The Ravenloft

Campaign
Prologue
Chapter One: October 7, 737:
Chapter Two: September 2629, 737:
Chapter Three: October 810, 737:

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Prologue

fter their travails in the land of Forlorn, 1 Argent,

Kevin, Celia, Julian, Jude, and Ricky returned
to Mordentshire late on a rainy October 4th. The
moon had shriveled to barely a sliver.
Meanwhile, Drixil had spent the last month or so
picking moonflowers for the party and designing a kennel to build on the two acres jointly owned by Argent,
Celia, Kevin, and Julian south of town. However, since
Drixil hasnt produced any plans (a graph paper map)
or spent any money on expenses, I conclude he hadnt
actually gotten much done.
Since Celias journal, containing all of the moonflowers the party had collected to date, was lost in Castle Tristenoira the party currently now has thirteen
moonflowers. This is about half of what the figure
would have been.
While Julian booked himself into the Blackard Inn
and most of the rest settled in at Celias, Jude went
looking for work around town, and eventually ran into
Drixil in the Sailors Sun Tavern. Jude agreed to go
have a look at Drixils kennel plans. Drixil eventually
came home to Celias to find everyone else there, and
he told them about his kennel plans.
Most folks called it an early night. The next few
nights would be trying.

October 5th.
Night Before New
Moon.

hile Argent spent the day catching up with

his family, Celia enrolled Ricky in another
year of school (though hed already missed a
month). Jude and Kevin spent the day checking out
Drixils kennel.
Julian kept to himself in the Blackard, studying the
spellbooks taken from that woman in Castle Tristenoira.
Of the two books, one was full and one was half full.
1

The party had recently taken a brief trip through the

adventure Castles Forlorn.

Starting with the full book, Julians read magic spells

revealed cantrip, chill touch, detect magic, detect undead, protection from good/evil, read magic, spider
climb, and half of what appears to be an alter self spell.
At sunset, Argent took Kevin and Celia out into the
woods (near the kennel site, on those two acres) and
shackled them to trees, out of sight of each other. Once
again, Kevin chose to wear his magic rings. After the
two werewolves transformed, Kevin gnawed off his
paw again to get loose, then attacked Argent. Argent
nearly killed the werewolf, but received several severe
bites in return. Argent dragged the unconscious werewolf through the woods and re-chained it to the vardo
(parked at the kennel site), then spent the rest of the
night keeping a close eye on it. Although Argent lessened his wounds by laying hands on himself, he knew
he had been injured badly enough to run a serious risk
of infection.

October 6th.
Nocturne. New Moon.

he werewolves reverted back to human at dawn.

When Kevin came to, he found himself badly
maimed; if not for his ring, he might not have
been able to move his legs at all. Argent unlocked him
and helped him back to the tree he was originally
chained to in order to get his clothes. While Kevin
dressed and rested under the tree, Argent went to free
Celia. He did so, but did not tell her about his concerns
about his own wounds.
Drixil and Jude showed up at the work site. Drixil
spotted a drying trail of blood leading from the vardo
into the woods. They followed it, and eventually came
upon Kevin, who was obviously severely injured (he
could barely walk) and seemed to be trying to evade
them. Drixil stomped off laughing and dragged Jude
along behind him. Until this encounter, Jude had not
been given the slightest hint that there are werewolves
in the party. He was confused and peppered Drixil with
questions. Drixil offered no explanations.
Argent and Celia headed back into town and got
cleaned up. Kevin rested in the woods until noon, by
which time he had recovered, thanks to his ring of regeneration.2 He then heads back into town as well.
Argent attended services at the Chapel of Pure
Hearts at noon, then called for a party meeting. Argent
pulled Drixil and Kevin aside while Celia was busy
elsewhere and told them of his fears about infection. He
did not, however, want either of them to tell Celia about
2

Quick bit of DM opinion: Giving a PC a ring of

regeneration is like declaring an open book test. If you can rip
a PC open and still have him be fine by morning, then theres
no reason not to rip him open once in a while.

this; he made it plain that if his fears were confirmed,

he wanted to be the one to tell her. This irritated Drixil.
As the sun sets, Argent, Kevin, Drixil, and Celia
walked back into the woods. They shackled Celia and
Drixil stayed to keep watch. Argent and Kevin then
continued on a bit further, presumably to shackle
Kevin. Instead, Kevin wore the Choker of Control,3 and
Argent had Kevin shackle him to a tree.
The moon rose; Argents fears were confirmed as
he and Celia transformed. The new werewolf immediately burst its shackles and attacked Kevin. It was in
fact a close fight, with Kevin suffering serious wounds,
but he nearly broke the werewolfs back in turn with
one powerful blow, regaining control of the situation.
Kevin spent the rest of the night keeping an eye on the
new werewolf, which has a dark gray pelt, lightening to
near-white at the belly and paws.

October 7th.
Today.

ll the leaves had turned and most were falling

from the trees. The temperature rose to nearly
sixty degrees during the afternoon, but fell to
just above freezing late at night.
The werewolves reverted to human at dawn, passing out as they did so. Kevin cured Argents back before waking him up. Elsewhere, Drixil nudged Celia
awake and immediately told her all that had occurred,
horrifying her.
Drixil led Celia to Argent and Kevin. Drixil and
Kevin then left Argent and Celia alone in the woods.
Drixil returned to the vardo to get some sleep, while
Kevin visited the blacksmith again and repaired the
broken chain on the shackles.
Argent called for a full party meeting at Celias in
the early afternoon.

The PCs acquired this magic item in the spring of this year,
and have only recently figured out all of its bells and whistles.
It works somewhat like a limited version of an amulet of the
beast, carrying a Power for a Price curse. By speaking a
command phrase, the lycanthropic wearer of the choker can
be forced to transform into bestial form, with all that implies.
This builds up a charge. On the other hand, if an afflicted
lycanthrope is wearing the choker when exposed to his or her
trigger, the choker automatically suppresses his or her
lycanthropy, at the cost of one charge. There are a few more
devilish details, but thats the gist of it.

Chapter One

October 7, 737.
Night After New
Moon.

t was early on a Friday afternoon. The air was cool

and crisp; the red and orange leaves were falling
from the trees. The ground was still damp from
recent thunderstorms.
The small living room in Celias house was
crowded. Celia and Argent sat on the couch by the fireplace, the wolves Rupert and Snaps napping at their
feet. Julian, Jude, and Drixil sat at the dining table, their
backs to the plastered wall. Kevin sat at the foot of the
stairs, scratching between the ears of his own wolf,
Tempus. Ricky was off at school. A fire in the hearth
warmed the house against the autumn chill.
Over a quickly prepared lunch, the collected group
had been determining their next course of action.
I have no intention of giving up this fight just because Ive become a casualty, offered Argent. In
fact, he continued, his heart in his eyes, I must apologize to Celia and Kevin for not making this my top priority until now. However, circumstances have changed
and I see no choice but to end this once and for all! he
declared, banging his fist on the table.
I plan on finding Yuri and destroying him, no
matter the cost. As Ive said, this has to end. However, I
will not take anyone along who does not feel they are
up to it. Argent turned to the dwarf. Think hard,
Drixil. There is no doubt in my mind that, despite any
personal feelings on the issue, we need you. We need
your strength, skill, and creative solutions to problems. While most of your ideas involve an all-out frontal assault, sometimes you can be wily.
We need to make a decision and soon. I will not
remain in my hometown and sleep under my parents
roof while I retain this curse. I will not risk those that I
love. I suggest that we leave in the next few days.
Argent turned to Celia. If we all opt to leave, and
you would like Ricky to stay here, in school, I could
probably get my parents to watch him while were
gone. That would probably be much, much safer for
him as well.
While Celia considered this, Argent turned to
Julian and Jude. Now, if you two decide to join us,
then rest assured that I will fill you in on the present
situation to the best of my ability and what our next
steps in this opus will be. If either of you decide not to
join us, however, I must insist that you speak of the
events that have unfolded before you to no one. We
have reputations in this community, and my family goes

back many generations. I am leaving to protect my

family, and I will not return until I am cured; I ask that
you likewise respect my wishes to spare my family suffering.
His speech complete, Argent singled out Drixil and
quietly warned him that he knew the dwarf had defied
Argents wishes and told Celia about his infection just
to hurt her feelings. If Drixil ever tried to hurt Celia
again, so swore Argent, there would be repercussions.
Drixil, attending the meeting clad in his plate armor and bristling with weapons, glared up at Argent,
then turned to address the group. His mauled face
scowled behind his braided beard and smoky steel
helm.
Ive got something to say to all of you, and you
are not gonna like it, he began. You people have
pissed me off to no end. Argent in particular Drixil
thrust an arm in Argents direction has made me
almost kill him for his friggin stupidity. He turned
back to Argent. You have by your actions, Argent,
infected two people. One would be Kevin using that
damn cursed imp which even I was smart enough
not to accept. Yet you used it cause you had need. Well,
congrats, boy. Now Kevin is a dangerous animal
Drixil turned to grin at Kevin. not that he needs
any more help.
Drixil turned back to Argent. Also, cause you
didnt have the balls to tell Kevin not to wear or use
those damn rings he infected you. Now that just leaves
me and Ricky as the only two people left that can really
help you. For crying out loud, one of us is a boy!
Drixil jutted a thumb toward Jude and Julian. I
dont care about either of them theyre almost useless.
Once again, Drixil turned back to the entire group,
giving everyone the hairy eyeball. So this is the deal
for now on Im in charge when it comes to dealing with
the werewolf problem. Im warning you, Drixil
growled, pointing at Argent, Kevin, and Celia in turn,
if any one of you escapes or gets free from the bonds
that I will be setting on you, I will not just beat you till
you pass out I will kill you!
The others in the room had grown very quiet.
Drixil started to nod his head, his scarred lips pulled
back in a wretched grin. Thats right. I dont care if its
Kevin, Celia, or Argent you die if I can manage it.
Cause Im tired of messing around with this problem.
You people should have killed Celia, or left her behind,
or solved this problem years ago. Now its to the point
where Im not giving you a chance to screw this up.
Now my plan is simple. Im gonna buy as stout a chain
as possible to keep you tied up.
Drixil walked toward the dining table. Celia started
to say something, but Drixil brooked no interruption.
Drixil stared Kevin in the eye, but continued to address
the entire group.

Kevin will not wear the rings when hes changing

I will. And thats non-negotiable. Also, I will wield
Magebane and Argents long sword in case any of you
get free. Cause I will kill you and pray that I dont
get bit or infected. Also, we are gonna do this the right
way which means we do nothing to help anybody!
No more side quests, no more little adventures, no more
distractions till this is done one way or the other. Unless
it has to do with finding asshole, I dont care, cause
time is against us. If you dont like my plan, then screw
you you can find some other person to help you.
Drixil paused, grinning. He crossed his arms.
Cause thats the deal. Period. Oh, and Argent, the
dwarf added, without turning to face him, you ever
friggin threaten me again and Ill kill you where you
stand cause keeping secrets caused most of this
mess in the first place.
Silence fell across the room for a few moments as
this hung in the air. Celia appeared to be biting her
tongue for now, glowering in silence. Argent was the
first to speak, rising from the couch to address the
group. Unlike Celia, Argent still seemed to be in an
amiable mood.
Much of what youve said is true, Drixil, Argent
began. We should have solved this problem years
ago. Argent took a few steps over to the fireplace,
resting his arm on the mantel. He stared into the crackling flames as he continued.
When I first joined this group, I was but a wideeyed youth, struggling to understand this new world I
had been thrust into. Many of you now understand that,
while I am not new to this world as some of you are,
Mordent is quite different from many of the other lands
we have traveled. I was as much a stranger in a strange
land as you all were. Now Im a little older and, hopefully, a little wiser.
Argent turned back to the group. As he continued,
he looked each of his companions in the eye in turn.
But Im still learning; still experiencing. I have made
my share of mistakes and have taken full responsibility
for them. Some have been forgiven and forgotten, while
others Argents pained gaze locked in on Kevin and
Celia I have neither the capacity nor inclination to
forgive myself for, and I find it difficult to presume that
others have or could either.
Argent again turned his focus to the entire group,
his tone still calm and collected. I am the one to blame
for the situation we currently find ourselves in. Had I
not given in to my weakness, Kevin would not be infected and neither would I but whats done is done
and no amount of apology, self-loathing, or finger
pointing is going to change the predicament we find
ourselves in today.
However; Celia has been infected since even before I became a full-fledged member of this group. Until the crisis in Sithicus, I always felt that her lycan-

thropy was something that we could control if the right

precautions were taken. I think we all thought that. We
were wrong. I, for one, was blinded by hubris. I thought
we could control the uncontrollable. Through my actions, I brought great pain and suffering upon those
closest to me.
Just so you all know, my goal has been, and continues to be, that we solve this dilemma and that we all
survive to live out the rest of our days as we see fit. I
have watched so many of my companions fall. Toben,
who is but a distant memory, and Nash, to name but
two.
Argent focused fully on Drixil. That is why I have
never insisted that Kevin remove his rings. I will see
you, Kevin Argent quickly caught the priests eye
and Celia, Argent moved to the center of the
room, gently brushing Celias cheek as he passed her
cured or I will die trying. I will not stand by and watch
my friends pay for my mistakes.
Argent rounded on Drixil, pinning him with an intense stare. His voice grew deadly serious. Drixil, I
certainly understand your concern for your well-being
in laying these demands at our feet. I agree to your
terms, but I dont think that you have instilled any inclination on my part that you are undertaking this quest
for any altruistic or noble reasons. Its no secret that
you and I dislike each other, yet Im glad that we have
finally, openly and honestly come to an open declaration of just how we feel about one another. Youre in
this to save Kevin, the one person in the group for
whom you appear to have any respect.
Argent leaned close to the armored dwarf. But
know this. Since you joined our company, you have
been the most divisive member of the party and that
includes Nash. And you have almost killed yourself
and us on numerous occasions through your own
stupidity and rash actions. You have been pointlessly
and maliciously cruel to Celia since the beginning,
taking every opportunity to hurt her as much as possible.
Argent straightened again, turning back to the
group, his voice still intense. Drixil says that secrets
caused most of this in the first place. I disagree. I think
that deep down inside each of us, there is a basic seed
of mistrust that allows secrets and other malignancies to
fester, thrive, and even seem necessary. If we are all to
make it through this, we have to be able to trust each
other. Argent punctuated this comment with a pointed
look at Drixil. At least until this unpleasantness has
been put behind us. It would be my suggestion that we
begin to gather supplies and leave as soon as we are
able to track down Yuri Pedorov and destroy him.
Argent returned to his seat next to Celia, then
turned his attention to Kevin. What about you, Kevin?
Your thoughts?

Kevin began to speak, his voice low. I think you

are both right to some degree. And yes, its best that the
animosity between Drixil and Argent be recognized
openly. After everything that has been said, I dont feel
it necessary or in our best interests to discuss our problems any more. We all know the problems we have with
one another and discussing or arguing these points
further will only raise tensions more and create more
divisiveness, if thats possible.
Kevin lifted his head to gaze out across the living
room, looking at no one in particular. His voice rose to
a more authoritative pitch. We need Drixil for his
strength and cunning to help cope with our situation. I
agree to his terms. But I say this now. When the time
comes, he said, looking pointedly at Drixil, I may
have to be coerced into giving up the rings. I know you
dont have a problem with that. Kevin smiled. And
neither do I.
As for Drixil killing whoever gets loose? Kevin
shrugged his shoulders. Fine. Being hes the only uninfected member, its up to him to make sure this curse
spreads no further. Ive died beforedidnt like it
much. But theres not much that I do like. If its going
to come to that, I may as well know my killer, he said
with a feral smile, accenting the scar that ran down over
his eye, almost as if taunting Drixil to try and kill him.
Im not fond of dwelling on the past. We know we
mishandled the lycanthropic problemfor some time.
It doesnt need to be rehashed. We all know what has to
be done. So lets do it. He leaned back and stretched
his arms over his head. The wolf peered up at him, expecting more scratching.
Kevin leaned forward and placed his arms on his
legs, clasping his hands in front of him. The wolf gave
them a quick lick. As for plans Sniff should stay
here; preferably with Argents family. He turned his
gaze to Jude and Julian. I think Jude is a fine soldier.
And he helped us out some in Forlorn. But a seasoned
adventurer hes not. I feel he would be a liability if we
brought him along. Theres a difference between having
an extra body and an effective body. He paused for a
moment, collecting his thoughts. Magic is something
we dont have. And its rare in these lands. Having
Julian along would be of great benefit. But then I think
of the numerous deaths hes been resurrected from
during the very short time weve known him. Again, I
feel his weaknesses outweigh his strengths concerning
our current quest. He should stay as well. And I second
Argents charge to the two of you that you speak of
nothing about our current situation or what it is we intend to do. We should plan out tonight exactly where
we intend to go and the quickest ways of getting there.
We should get supplies tomorrow and leave tomorrow
if possible. He dropped his head and went back to
scratching his wolfs ears.

I doubt well be planning much of anything tonight, said Celia, a slight edge in her voice. She pulled
the pocket watch from her waistcoat and popped it
open, checking the time. The sun goes down in three
and three-quarters hours. She snapped the watch shut
and started winding it, her gaze passing down the collected crowd. Her tone was serious and composed.
And by then the moon will already be upon us.
Now then, she continued, returning the watch to
its pocket. There are a few things Id like to say myself. Her gaze fell on the dwarf and grew cold. First,
Drixil, the next time you want to say to my face that I
should have been killed or left behind long ago, you
might want to think about just exactly whos given you
a home this past year, once no reputable inn would have
you.
Celia rose from her seat and circled around the
couch, her skirts swishing. She closed on Drixil, smiling wryly. The second thing Id like you to consider is
that, had we been following your advice all along, doing nothing to help anybody, you might still be rotting in that Kartakan jail where we found you.4
Suddenly Celias hand shot out and grabbed a
handful of the dwarfs beard, pulling herself to him.
Everyone suddenly tensed; Kevin in particular leaned
forward, his eyes intent on the pair.
Theres a part of me that would sleep much better
at night if you were dead, Drixil. Celias eyes flashed
as she leaned down to stare the dwarf eye-to-eye.
And in three and three-quarter hours, that part of me is
going to come out. Our silly little side quests and
distractions you know, helping people; trying to
make a better life; being a decent person that helps
me keep that part of myself in check. I want to be a decent person, Drixil, but I spend half of every month
dreaming about wolves, and hunting, and endless winter nights. So the next time youre drifting off to sleep
under my roof, you might want to think about what
youve done to help me stay decent.
With that, Celia released Drixils beard and stepped
back. She scanned the rest of the room, her hair hanging
in her eyes. Her gaze fell upon Jude and Julian, sitting
at the table, and some of the heat seemed to drain from
her face. She slumped, sitting on the back of the couch.
Sorry, she added, her gaze low. Today has not
been easy for me. Her head cocked slightly toward
Drixil. I did mean everything I said, though.
Theres more Id like to say, I suppose, she continued, her voice melancholic as she focused on the pair
at the table again. But first Id like to hear from you
two. I know weve thrown a lot in your laps. Celia idly
ran one hand through Argents hair, gently gesturing at
Kevin with the other. Believe me, it was no easier for
4

Drixil joined the party at the start of Feast of Goblyns. He

was in jail for picking a bar fight with the werewolf in
question. At least they werent cellmates.

any of us. Be thankful that you have the freedom to just

walk away and thats if you want to do, we wont
stop you. So. What do you say?
Celia looked expectantly at Julian and Jude, but the
room remained silent save for the crackling of the fire.
Most eyes stayed fixed on the dwarf. Drixil continued
to stare at Celia, idly brushing his beard, his eyes wild.
At last, Julian cleared his throat to break the tension. He rose from his seat to address the room. I am
sorry if I ave not been a better help, he began, speaking in his nasal Dementlieur accent, but I ave died far
too many times for any mortal man in these past few
months.5
Julian started to circle the room. I feel that I can
best serve the group by staying here. With my magic
and wealth I may be able to find a cure that doesnt
involve killing the progenitor.
Celia shook her head. I doubt youll have much
luck there. Everything Ive read makes it clear that the
source of the bloodline must be slain.
Julian shrugged, his spirits undiminished. Perhaps, perhaps. Even so, I can be a valuable resource
should you need magical research; weve recently acquired several items that still require study. He paused
by Argent. From what you say, Im assuming you are
going to be away for quite some time. If you can send
me reports of your location, perhaps I can elp you from
afar
Jude spoke up from his seat at the table, his Darkonese accent crisp. While I appreciate the offer to join
you in your quest as sincere, he said to Argent, I too
must respectfully decline. As your companion Kevin
stated, at this he nods to the priest I have not
the experience needed to confront a foe of this magnitude. And your way seems hard and long.
As Jude spoke, Julians orbit of the room finally
brought him to the dwarf, who was still staring at Celia.
Julian clucked his tongue. You are a gueux, Drixil a
bad man Julian broke into a tight grin but in
some ways you are very much on the money. Perhaps I
am not quite useless, but I do believe I am more useful
to you all ere. I shall divide my time between ere and
my uncles ome in Richemulot, where I will continue
my research.
Jude nodded to himself and continued, addressing
the group. My father taught me a man must know his
strengths and weaknesses. I am not ready for this challenge, but it does not mean I am useless either.
Julian looked back and forth between Drixil and
Celia. I believe there was talk of building a ouse on
the jointly owned property? Drixil and Celia both
nodded Very well. That will be no small task, so
my time is accounted for. And, if it comes to it, perhaps
I will join you on the road, if that is what is called for.
5

Julian has had a string of bad luck with banshees.

Until then, all I can say is good luck, and may Ezra
bless you.
With that, Julian returned to his seat.
Celia looked from Julian to Jude and began to
speak. Speaking of the house, youre a carpenter,
arent you?
Jude nodded back. Yes, miss. I have carpentry
skills that I gained while working with my father
before taking up arms as a soldier that I believe may
be useful. He turned his attention to Drixil. I can
complete the work on the kennels that Drixil started and
begin any other construction you require. He turned
back to Argent and Celia. In addition, I could keep an
extra eye on the boy even if he stays with your family, sir. Boys are known to find ways to get into trouble. With his concluding comments, Jude took in the
entire assembled group. Lastly, I will be your eyes and
ears in Mordentshire, and should the need arise I promise you I will do my best to defend your interests. These
things I can do, and nothing more at this time.
Celia nodded. Thats more than enough. With
what weve brought back from Forlorn, Im guessing
we might have enough money to build something quite
nice. A manor, perhaps, she continued, letting a smile
slip through. And if we do build a house or some such,
there are a few special things Id like included. A huge
bath, as a thought, and a big kitchen, she said, beaming. Then her smile evaporated. And perhaps a few
things that I wouldnt want local workers knowing too
much about
Suddenly Drixil loosed a bark of laughter. Though
attention had been drawn away from him, he still had
not stopped staring at Celia. As all eyes leapt back to
the dwarf, he took a step toward Celia, grinning unevenly. Well, he growled, its about time, girl, that
you and pretty boy Drixil jerked his thumb toward
Argent got some fire in your bellies and some truth
on your lips. This is what Ive been waiting for for
people to get practical and stop being so wishy-washy.
As for helping people, yeah, you busted me out of that
stinkin hole. But I believe that slate has been wiped
clean by your inaction to handle other ex-party members.6
Looking annoyed, Celia started to comment but
Drixil waved her off, continuing. But thats the past
and were looking at the future; and it says, What are
we gonna do with the three of you? If there are no
charges left in the collar, then one of you will wear it to
charge it up. Kevin is gonna have to be put down and
laid out before he changes. Using the ring he wont die
and Ill do the deed myself, Drixil winked at Kevin.
Also Celia, Drixil continued, turning back to her,
I give ya credit darlin, daring to beard the proverbial
6

Drixil is referring to the elven witch Nashadoe. Nash is an

old PC and a long story. Some of her highlights can be found
in the Tale of the Wishing Imp.

lion. That lion would be me but ya gotta keep in

mind, sweetheart Drixils hand dropped to the scabbard on his hip, and with an unnatural blur the short
sword Magebane was suddenly in his hand. I dont
sleep lightly these days, missy, and I always keep a
weapon handy. You just never know when youre going
to have to use pest control. Now we better move we
dont got much time. I suggest we stop talking and start
acting. Im gonna need Julians help this night. Drixil
turned to Jude and frowned. Jude, you stay here. I
dont need another headache.
Drixil turned back to the group, the blade still in
his hand. Lets get going. He moved to the door.
Direct as always, eh Drixil? Kevin said from
across the room, a half smile on his face. However,
hes right. Before anything else gets decided, we need
to prepare for tonight. Kevin slowly stood, slightly
favoring his right leg. Do we have everything we
need?
Celia shrugged at him. As far as I know. You fixed
your manacles this morning, right? We have about a
dozen moonflowers7, and I think that horrid choker can
still be used one more time before it needs more
magic, she said, sounding uncertain at the end. One
more night, and were done for the month. She looked
down at Argent. After tonight, we should get you your
own set of shackles, just in case.
Celia looked back up at Kevin. Considering how
well these chains have held up in the past, I think whoever watches over whoever wears your manacles tonight needs to be very careful. You know what I mean
dont trust that new link in the chain until its proved
itself.
Celias head turned to Drixil, her face stern. You
might just get a chance to fulfill that promise of yours
tonight, Drixil.
She turned back to the group. Other than that, I
dont know what else there is to be done. She quickly
checked her pocket watch. So as far as I can tell, we
have ooh Id say, a bit less than three hours to kill,
to be safe. Richard comes home in less than an hour.
Her head drooped. I dont really know how Im going
to tell him were running out on him again, just like last
year, she said in a muted tone. Her head snapped up
again. At any rate, I need to make his dinner. Ill be
done and ready with mmm oh, therell still be forty
minutes or so before we need to start walking.
Celia gave Argents hair a gentle tug as she nodded
to Kevin. I wouldnt mind having a private word or
two with my two boys here before the sun sets, but
other than that, I dont know of anything pressing that
7

In the 2nd edition system, afflicted lycanthropes who eat a

moonflower get a saving throw vs. paralysis to resist their
trigger for about 12 hours. In third edition, eating a
moonflower grants the lycanthrope a +10 enhancement bonus
to any Control Shape checks for the same duration.

needs to be done. As Celia referred to both Argent and

Kevin as her boys, Kevin noticed a cold glare briefly
flutter through Argents face. He pondered its meaning.
Celia offered Kevin a quick and pretty grin. Well,
except that Kevin there looks like he could really use a
nap.
With her words, Kevin realized just how long it
had been since hed slept, and the fatigue began to sink
in. He nodded his head, looking weary. Yeah, sleep
would be great right about now, but itll have to wait
until tomorrow. Celia should wear the choker. Argent
should try the flowers, but be manacled anyways. I
will, as usual, be manacled with Drixil hovering nearby
ready to kill me. Kevin paused, as if considering his
last few words, and then shook his head.
Celia turned back to the others. Is there anything
the rest of you want to do?
Jude spoke up. Dinner would be nice my lady, I
grow tired of the food at the inn.
Oh, Celia replied. Yes, come back in an hour,
perhaps?
Jude rose from the table, smiling politely. Until
then he said, excusing himself, and moved to the
door. He turned to Drixil on his way out. I would like a
word with you outside regarding lodging.
Drixil responded with a simple nod and walked out
with Jude, slipping his sword back into its sheath as he
went. No sooner had the door closed than Julian rose
and politely excused himself as well, slipping out after
them.
Once they had gone, Celia rose from the back of
the couch and took the two steps to the dinner table.
She turned to face both Kevin and Argent and sat on the
tables edge. She crossed her arms, her face stern. Tempus lifted his head to look at her.
You two agreed to Drixils terms, she said, her
eyes flicking back and forth between the men. And I
suppose hes all weve got, so Ill try to live with them
too. But I dont trust him. Hes deranged, and you both
know it. Hes had a chip on his shoulder against Argent
and I for who-knows-how-long and who-knows-why.
She focused her gaze on Argent. What I really think he
wants is an excuse to kill us. She turned to Kevin.
Not you, though. Hes practically your lapdog. She
frowned. But I still wouldnt trust him if I were you.
That creature has a mind like a twig, and once hes in
the heat of a fight, he doesnt care who or what he kills.
I expect hell give you all the mercy he gave his own
pet. Her words sparked memories in the others of
Greytooth, Drixils wolf, slain last fall by Drixil himself
on the night Kevins lycanthropy was first discovered.8
In fact, if it wasnt for that blasted healing ring of
yours, Kevin, she added, I wager hed have killed

you then too. She grimaced. Or maybe he just

thought you were me.
Celia shrugged it off. All Im really saying is that
we need to watch out for each other. We need to make
sure we dont hurt anyone, and we need to make sure
no one hurts us. So all I want to add to Drixils demands is that he never be the only one guarding us. I
guess we can use the choker there. She nodded to herself, capping off the thought.
She turned to Argent. Theres one more thing. I
understand why youve sworn not to come back home
until youre cured, Argent. Theres a reason Ive never
pushed to go home to Staunton Bluffs, after all. But I
dont want you to make a promise youll regret later. I
havent been home in two years, and its been more
than a year since I she glanced at Kevin and
winced since Kevin was bitten, too. We have no
idea where Pedorov is now, or if well ever find him.
You need to consider that it might be a long time before
youre cured. We might never be cured. If we can work
out a way to control ourselves during the dark of the
moon something permanent and reliable, like the
cells weve been using, and if its something we can
keep quiet, theres no reason for you to exile yourself
from everyone you care about.
At this, Argent rose from the couch and approached
Celia. Before reaching her, he turned to Kevin. Is there
anything you need to arrange before tonight? he asked,
with a leading look.
Kevin smirked at Argent; the expression exaggerated the ragged scar on the priests face.
I understand your feelings towards Drixil, Celia,
Kevin began, as he slowly rose and stepped toward the
two of them. We need him on this journey, so however
you need to deal with his presence is fine by me.
Kevin had reached Argent and now peered into his
eyes, searching for something. After several seconds, he
gave Argent a sly smile and stepped around him to
Celia. Slowly, he reached out and brushed Celias
cheek. Her eyes widened a bit, as did Argents. Kevin
opened his mouth as if to say something, but then
seemed to reconsider.
He dropped his hand and slowly shook his head.
We should have done something the night we found
you. So much time has been wasted. And I should have
realized that the curse works differently here than in
Europa.9 So difficult His voice trailed off. After a
short pause, he leaned forward and lightly kissed Celia
on the forehead. He inhaled deeply as he pulled back,
drawing in her scent. Smiling, he turned away and
walked to the door.
Tempus. To me. The wolf leapt up and trotted to
his master.

In all fairness, it was in self-defense. Drixil could have

saved his pets life, but hes never shown much interest in
bandaging wounds.

Kevin is an outlander. He, Drixil and Ricky originally hail

from this continental empire.

His back turned to Celia, Kevin gave Argent a hard

look as he passed by. Opening the door, he waited for
Tempus to exit first.
The door was quietly pulled shut.
Slightly taken aback by Kevins odd attitude, Argent slowly lowered himself into a chair at the table.
His eyes lingered on the door as he pondered this new
development. A minute passed before Argent heard
Celia ask, Is everything all right? He realized that she
too had been watching the door, transfixed.
Argent quickly returned his gaze to Celia, who was
still sitting on the tables edge. Hmm? Oh, nothing,
he muttered. A thought flashed through his eyes and he
stood, moving to just a hairs-breadth away from Celia.
He reached up and brushed the back of his index finger
down her cheek, his touch feather-light.
Shade of my heart, Argent began, all I want is
for us to be able to spend some time together when
were not traipsing all over this poisoned land trying to
make it better. Will there ever be a time when we can
lay aside this mantel of responsibility? Celia placed
her hand on his and leaned into his touch, her eyes sad.
Her skin was soft and warm.
Argent, I she began, but the words failed her.
She tried again. I I dont really know how to say
this, but we can live with this, if we have to. Not the
way were doing it now, but if we knew we could
keep the wolves contained, if we planned, then we
can still have lives. We can still be happy, even if we
never do find Pedorov. Ive Celias voice faded
again, and she touched her own hand to Argents cheek.
Ive always been a little afraid to be too close to you. I
was afraid that sometime, when I was changed I
would hurt you. But now Celias hand dropped to
Argents heart, and her voice lowered a note as well.
Now thats not standing between us anymore. She
paused, studying Argents eyes.
Argent put his hands around Celias waist and effortlessly pulled her down to him, taking her into his
arms. He looked deeply into her green eyes. All I want
is to be with you. For now, I can content myself with
being your stalwart companion as we again go forth
into danger, but I long for the day we can put all of this
behind us and that day will come. You deserve better
than the grief and trouble I have given you.
Celia eyes widened, surprised. Youve given me?
Thats not what
Argent cut her off before she could finish, pulling
her to his lips. After a moment of hesitation, she melted
into his embrace, returning his passionate kisses and
gently nipping at his throat and ears. Argent realized
that his senses had never before been so alive; he
breathed in the musky scent of Celias hair. It felt as
though an intoxicating current was rippling through
their skin.

They lost track of time. Close to an hour passed

unnoticed. When the handle of the front door started to
rattle, they were still curled in the chair, still lost in their
embrace. Suddenly snapping back to focus, Celia
jumped to her feet, yanking her arms out from under
Argents shirt and trying to smooth her hair. Her face
was flushed, and she threw Argent a guilty smirk as
Ricky sauntered into the house, toting a few books
bound together with a leather strap. The two wolves,
Rupert and Snaps, rose to greet him as he entered. The
fourteen-year old boy stopped a few steps into the
room, looking between Celia and Argent. He broke into
a grin and walked past them and up the stairs, shaking
his head and chuckling to himself. Argent and Celia
could hear him open the door to his room, walk in, and
close the door behind him. The board in the kitchens
ceiling creaked with his footfalls above.
Celia looked back at Argent and her blush deepened, but so did her smile. Suddenly she jumped
slightly and fished out her pocket watch. Goodness,
she exclaimed, its past three already! I need to start
fixing supper.
Rummaging through her kitchen, Celia opted to
prepare a lamb stew. Ricky came back downstairs in a
few minutes, after dropping off his school gear, and his
mood seemed amiable. Although he was usually tense
and moody on days of the new moon, he seemed to
have been tickled by the scene he had interrupted. Argent and Celia made small talk with him while the stew
bubbled on the kitchen hearth.

Once Drixil and Jude stepped out into the street,
they moseyed north along Cliffside Lane, taking a long
and winding route to the Sailors Sun tavern. The salty
sea air was cool and carried the sounds of barking dogs
and busy crowds from the open-air market. The sun was
starting to sink toward the white chalk cliffs that
loomed to the west.
Drixil peered up at Jude. So what do ya want,
boy?
Well, at the moment, Renault has me booked into
the Blackard Inn
Drixil grumbled. The inn is very expensive.
Jude offered a curt nod. Yes, and any construction
project I undertake here will certainly be time consuming. I am not a rich man by any means. I would like
permission or perhaps an allowance
Drixil waved off further comment. I see where
youre headed. There are a couple of places ya can stay
at, boy. You know about the Blackard. Drixil thumbed
a gesture to the inn as they approached it. The Blackard
Inn was a dark and stately two-story building with a
high-peaked roof rising above its neighbors. The shutters of the second-story windows had been flung open
to catch the sea breeze.

The Beached Mermaid wont break your bank,

Drixil continued. Theres a boarding house round here
somewhere too. Dunno much about it, though.
Jude nodded again. I suppose its only important,
of course, if you truly wish me to pursue finishing the
kennels.
Drixil came to a full stop, turning to peer directly at
Jude. Eh?
Well, if we are to make any true progress, well
need finalized plans, and I will require funding for construction costs. You should also be aware that I am
trained as a carpenter, not a stonemason. We need both
materials and labor.
Drixil pondered this for a moment, scowling.
Well work something out later. So, you got anything
else ye wanna ask me? Ive got things to do.
Jude shook his head. No, I dont wish to detain
you. I would like to Jude dropped his voice to a
murmur, conscious of the passing townsfolk giving the
dwarf ugly looks. I would like to offer whatever help
possible regarding tonight, if you wish it.
As would I, jutted in a familiar Dementlieur accent, if you desire.
Jude and Drixil turned to look as Julian Renault
jogged his last few steps toward them. In fact, I ave a
plan that may be of some use to you, Monsieur Kettlepot.
Drixil raised the remains of an eyebrow. Whats
that? Jude also cocked his head, waiting for an answer.
Julian stepped in closer, adopting the same conspiratorial tone as his companions. I ave not yet prepared my spells for today. I ave enough time to memorize spells to levitate the loup-garou as the sun sets. Just
lift them a few feet off the ground, no? Should the
beasts break free of their chains, they will still be elpless.
Drixil grinned as he heard the plan. Oh yeah, he
rumbled, that would be fine by me. That way they
wont run away and I wont have to chase em down.
He nodded to Julian. Good idea, Daymon-you get
on that toot-sweet.
Drixil turned back to his other companion. As for
you, Jude, Ill give you about a thousand gold in gems I
have laying around. That should cover a good chunk of
the cost for now. As for a mason; well, you might have
to hire one. It cant be avoided. Just have em make
strong kennels. If they ask just say that theyre for dogs
and we want to be sure that theyre kept safe. Oh, and
as for plans talk to Celia and have her give ya an idea
as what she wants. I dont really care much myself.
Drixil idly rubbed his chin for a moment, contemplating
something. As a thought, he added a few moments
later, there be a ruined tower a few miles away; you
can use that for a stone quarry. Im also sure that Julian
can use his magic to help you build the house. Drixil

glanced up at Julian. Isnt that right, Daymon-boy? he

asked, grinning his awful grin.
Julian simply returned a polite grin, then turned his
attention to Jude. Do not worry my boy, I can elp you.
With my spells and general expertise, I am sure we can
build whatever we desire. Also, I ave a large sum of
money that I will also be investing into the construction. I am sure that I can find workers in Dementlieu
and Richemulot who we can ire and who are, shall we
say, discreet? he said, adding a wink at the end.
Julian took a few steps back. And now, if you will
excuse me, I must go and eat, then prepare for tonight.
With that, Julian turned on his heel and entered the
Blackard.
Drixil lightly thumped Judes hip with his gauntleted hand to regain his attention. As for yer offer
yeah, I want ya to stay with Sniff and Im gonna have
Kevin let you borrow his morningstar. If they get free
and thats a big if theyll come after the boy.
Thats what they did last time. Drixil abruptly pushed
Jude back a step. Okay, now get going. Ive got a meal
to catch. Drixil walked off, turning south onto Market
Street, headed for the Sailors Sun.
After Drixil walked off, Jude followed Julian into
the Blackard Inn. He spotted Julian sitting in the
greatroom, Jude continued on up to his room, gathered
his belongings, and trudged back downstairs. He
checked out of the Blackard and proceeded to Shore
Lane, a street facing Ardent Bay. A cool breeze was
blowing off the sea.
Here he found the Beached Mermaid, an inn
standing near the foot of the wharf. Several fishermen
were sitting on the old wharf, weaving the damp threads
of their nets, their singsong chants punctuated by the
thumps of the boats against the pilings.
Before going inside, Jude took note that the inn
neighbored another tavern, the Seventh Sea. The
Beached Mermaid was dressed in mahogany and brass,
with a nautical decor. A blazing fire in the hearth dispelled the chill in the air.
As Jude entered, the half-dozen or so patrons raised
their grizzled, white-haired heads to peer at him, then
turned back to their companions. Standing behind the
bar was the innkeeper an old bear of a man who introduced himself as Captain Garret Nancy, but added
that everyone just called him Captn. He was a friendly
sort, and he and Jude both detected a Darkonese accent
in the others voice. Happy to find himself speaking to
a countryman, the Captn explained that he hailed from
Martira Bay himself, and asked Jude what brought him
this far south. Smiling, he added that if Jude offered a
good tale of his travels, the first ale would be on the
house.
There was room available in the inn good thing
a ship wasnt in port, the Captn advised and the
hour passed quickly. Judes room was cramped but rea-

sonably comfortable; theres a single bunk, a stool, and

a wash table, and his small window looked out over the
bay. Jude could bar the door from the inside. It was
certainly not as nice as the Blackard, but it cost half as
much, and Jude had sensed that the proprietor of the
Blackard Inn tolerated him only because he was under
the impression that Jude was Julians employee.
Time flew. Jude settled into his room, tidied up a
bit, and at about half-past three, walked back over to
Celias house. Argent opened the door at his knock and
invited him inside. Sniff was lounging on the couch,
and seemed to be in a relaxed mood. From the kitchen
Celia declared that supper would be ready in another
few minutes.
Soon enough, the foursome sat down to a spicy
lamb stew. They laid a place setting for Kevin at the
table, but it remained vacant; Kevin had decided to
spend the remains of his day in prayer on Keeldevil
Point.
Jude made polite conversation through dinner. He
asked about the kennels Drixils been planning, admitting that no real work had yet been done. He also asked
Celia for more details about the construction shed
talked about earlier a house, was it? Ricky asked for
more detail here as well, and Celia happily started describing her dream home again, picturing its huge
beds and bath and kitchen.
Celia started choosing her words more carefully,
giving Ricky worried looks as she detailed the last item
on her agenda: a secret cell with stone walls and a thick
door perhaps even one made of metal. A room that
the wolves could not escape from; a cell that would
make life much easier. She added that she wanted a
few amenities in this room, too. A bed and a fireplace,
specifically; something to make long nights of waiting
more comfortable than being chained to a tree in the
rain, or being sealed in a cramped stone box. Rickys
mood dampened somewhat as she continued it was
obviously not a subject he likes to hear about. Eventually Celia dropped the topic. Her own enthusiasm
faded, and she warned Jude sadly that he shouldnt pay
too much heed to her big ideas. The land didnt belong
to her; it was the joint property of Argent, Kevin, and
Julian.10
Argent was polite, but seemed less than enthused
with the plan. He hinted that he didnt really want to
share a house with the others. Celia seemed disappointed, and tossed out the idea of a business; something they could do once they retired from the adventurous life. An inn, maybe? Maybe she could cook? The
topic of the construction whatever it night be
10

This land (two acres of lightly wooded countryside about a

mile south of town) was granted to these three adventurers for
ridding Mordentshire of a loathsome, predatory creature that
had washed up from the depths of the sea during a hurricane
the previous spring.

grew increasingly uncomfortable, until everyone decided it was a topic best left for another night.
Jude also paid quite a bit of attention to Ricky
during the meal, trying to get a better feel for the young
man. Jude told the boy hed be staying over tonight
while the others were occupied. Ricky shrugged at this,
looking sullen, but he did not complain. Jude also requested to meet Argents parents.
As four oclock passed, Argent and Celia started
tentatively broaching the topic of their imminent departure to continue the hunt for Pedorov. Before they
could reveal this to Ricky, however, there came a knock
at the door. Ricky answered it and Julian entered,
greeting the others. He seemed excited, and explained
that he had just prepared two levitate spells, which
should make containing the werewolves that night
much safer.
At this, Ricky rather quietly excused himself and
went upstairs. Celia paused long enough to tell the others she would break the news to Ricky about their
plans, and followed the lad up to his room. The others
could hear Rickys door close a few minutes later.
Drixil arrived as the dishes were being cleared,
irate as always. Kevin remained conspicuously absent.
Argent had planned to buy some supplies today, but
Kevins disappearing act had him concerned. By 4:45,
by Celias watch, after some talk of tracking Kevin
down, the priest finally returned, his wolf at his side.
By then, the moon was due to rise in just half an hour,
the sun to set fifteen minutes after that.11
Kevin stepped inside, holding the door for his wolf.
He shut the door and quickly scanned the room.
Wheres Celia? he asked.
Upstairs with Ricky, Argent answered from
across the room. He leaned up the stairs. Celia, he
called out, we need to go!
The floorboards creaked in Rickys room and the
door opened. Celia called down that shed be ready in a
minute, then jogged into her room. After the others
spent another minute listening to creaking floorboards,
Celia hustled down the stairs. She had donned her elven
chain hauberk, and was pulling on a cloak over that.
She carried her enchanted sword cane in one hand.
Ricky walked down the stairs after her, looking sullen.
Drixil then ordered Argent to hand over his enchanted
11

It has been noted that the times for moonrise and moonset
in this campaign have absolutely no relation to how moon
cycles work in the real world. Here on Earth, the new moon
always rises near dawn and sets near sunset, while a full moon
rises near dusk and sets near dawn. In this campaign, the
moon just follows a simple pattern: It always rises and sets 50
minutes earlier than it did the night before. Im really not
concerned with rationales; I just like that the cycle is simple
and predictable while offering some interesting variety (at
different points in the campaign, the werewolves may
transform late at night or the moment the sun sets).

long sword, and ordered Kevin to lend his enchanted

morning star to Jude. Both men did so.
A moment later Argent, Kevin, Celia, Julian, and
Drixil headed out. Jude stayed behind at the house with
Ricky. It was a mile-long walk south to the vardo in the
woods, and Drixils short paces started falling behind,
as was to be expected. The others quickly surmised that
Drixil wouldnt reach the site before the moon rose, so
they told him to catch up as well he could and kept their
pace. Julian and Celia would see to getting Argent and
Kevin locked up, and Drixil would still be able to reach
the scene by sunset.

Jude waited for about ten minutes after the others
left, giving them enough time to leave town, then
jogged upstairs. Celias house was small; the upstairs
consisted of just a short landing leading to two doors.
Ricky? Jude called out.
Here, came the lads sulking voice from the
nearer of the two.
Jude pushed open the door, revealing a small but
quite comfortably furnished bedroom. The boy was
crouched at a fireplace, loading it with firewood. One
of the wolves was lying on the bed. They both turned to
peer at Jude as he entered.
What are you, asked the boy, my babysitter?
He turned back to the hearth, tossing on another log. I
dont need one.
Jude let the comment pass. Pack whatever you
need for the night. We are leaving.
Ricky dropped the log, spinning back to glare at
Jude. What? Im not going anywhere. I live here.
I know that, Jude replied. He took a step forward. And so do the others. If something goes wrong
out in those woods, the wolves will know exactly where
to find you.
Ricky opened his mouth to respond, but then the
fight seemed to drain out of him.12 He nodded glumly
and started tossing some clothes in a bag. A few minutes later, as the sun set beneath the sea, Jude led Ricky
out of the house, giving the lad a moment to lock up,
and escorted him across town to the Beached Mermaid.
The crowd had filled out in the taproom since Jude
had left; the local fishermen gave the pair passing
glances as they entered. The Captn was busy serving
his patrons. Finding a table, Jude ordered Ricky a tankard of spiced cider. As the hour grew late, Jude tried to
keep the lad entertained with tales of the undead sentinels that patrolled the borders of Darkon, but the boy
seemed preoccupied. After last call at eleven oclock,
12

He knew Jude was right. About a year earlier, everyone

learned Kevin had been infected on the night he and Celia
came loping back into town and tried to break into Celias
house to devour Ricky.

Jude ushered the lad up to his room. As the boy took the
bunk, Jude closed the window shutters and barred the
door. Then he settled into a chair to wait for dawn.

The groups hike quickly took them out of town
once Drixil had fallen behind, they attracted little attention, though Argent occasionally drew friendly nods
from passersby. The rest of their walk took them into
the country along the seldom-used southern road. Forests aflame with autumn colors lined the road to the
east, and the sprawling estate of the Weathermay family, Heather House, lay to the west.
As they walked, Celia produced a moonflower
dried and pressed, but still bluish-silver and fragrant
and offered it to Argent, telling him to eat it. He nodded. Argent then excused himself from Celia and sidled
over to Julian. As those two talked quietly, Celia jogged
ahead to Kevin to walk with him for a while.
Keeping his voice muted, Argent thanked Julian in
advance for his aid in the coming night, then proceeded
to ask him for another favor.
Would it be possible to place some sort of magical
ward on Kevin? he asked quietly. All I want is some
kind of locate spell something that could, when
needed, tell me of Kevins whereabouts. I must also ask
you to keep this in the strictest confidence. Argent
added one more question. And would there be a means
to make the locate spell permanent or long-lasting? I do
not require it for tonight, but during the long journey.
Julian pursed his lips. Perhaps. I would need some
time for research, however.
Argent frowned.

I need the choker, Celia told Kevin as she caught
up with him. Kevin wordlessly fished the narrow band
of black leather out of his pocket and handed it over.
She accepted it, slipping it into her own pocket. Then
she looked more closely at Kevin, her eyes concerned.
Are you all right? she asked. Where did you go
today? You missed lamb stew. She offered a weak
smile.
Kevin remained silent, his eyes on the road ahead.
When it became clear that Kevin would not respond,
Celia gave his forearm a supportive squeeze, then
walked the rest of the way with him in silence.
Soon enough, the foursome arrived at the vardo in
the woods, where Argent and Kevin could trade their
clothes for dirty, ragged blankets. Kevin had brought
his manacles with him from town, and Argent fetched
Celias pair from the vardo. Celia checked her watch
and announced that the moon would rise in less than ten
minutes.

Argent turned to Celia and held up the moonflower

she had given him, looking dubious. Do we only have
the one flower? he asked.
Celia shook her head. No, we have thirteen in all.
We had about twice as many before we lost my journal
in Forlorn, she replied, a slight sting in her voice.
Argent glanced at the flower, then back to Celia
and Kevin. But Thyrmlynn said we needed to use ten
of these to guarantee that we halt the change. 13 Doesnt
that mean that one flower only gives us a one-in-ten
chance? Wouldnt it be more prudent to save this flower
for an emergency rather than hope for incredible luck?
Celia shrugged, frowning. We dont know that.
Weve never tested them. The tea seemed to be a little
more reliable than that.
Argent nodded. Good point. While Thyrmlynn has
always seemed to be straight with us, and while he
could believe what he is telling us is true, it doesnt
necessarily mean that his information is completely
correct.
Argent suddenly grinned sardonically and replied,
Thats why we keep you around, dear, and gave Celia
a quick peck on the cheek.
Celia responded with a brief grin, then checked her
watch again. Her grin snapped into a look of concern.
We only have a few minutes left before the moon
rises, she said, returning the watch to her pocket. She
looked to Argent and Kevin, drawing forth the Choker
and clasping it around her throat. You two need to get
ready.
Kevin simply nodded he still had not spoken
since leaving Celias house and entered the vardo.
Argent looked to Julian. Are you ready?
Julian smiled pleasantly. Of course.
Argent followed Kevin into the vardo.
Kevin was lighting a lantern as Argent entered,
dispelling the sunsets gloom. The wagons interior was
comfortably furnished with two narrow bunks, a pair of
wardrobes, a water barrel, and a chest. Kevin opened a
wardrobe, pulled out two ragged blankets, and threw
one to Argent. He also produced Celias shackles and
tossed them onto a bed.
Kevin examined his hands for a moment, then removed his rings and placed them on top of the water
barrel. Each man then stripped out of his clothes,
wrapped a blanket around his waist, and picked up his
set of shackles. The chill autumn air stung their skin.
As they left, Argent took the moonflower and
Kevin palmed one of the rings on the water barrel.
Julian and Celia were still waiting for them outside,
looking tense. Theres not much time left, Celia said,

her voice ominous. We should chain you up right

away, Kevin.
Kevin simply nodded. He walked to a sturdy,
nearby tree. As he passed Julian, he handed the mage
the ring. Give this to Drixil, Kevin said, then turned
to face the tree. He clasped a manacle around one wrist
and locked it. He handed the key to Celia, then stepped
up to the trunk, stretching out his arms as if to embrace
it. Celia locked the second manacle around his other
wrist, trapping him.
Autumns chill suddenly fell away as Kevin felt a
feverish warmth build in his chest, pulsing out to his
limbs with each heartbeat. Kevins arms reflexively
jerked against the chains, but were held tight. Celia
stepped around the tree and back into view, her face
flushed. Kevin realized that he could smell the musky
scent of her hair, and that he could even detect Argents
scent on her. He felt anger building within him.
Celia smiled at him sadly. Just in time, eh? she
offered, giving the back of his neck a gentle rub. Kevin
did not reply, keeping his eyes on the tree bark. Dont
worry. I know how you feel. Celias touch was intoxicating, electric. Celia let her hand linger for a moment
surely she must feel this too, Kevin thought then
she stepped away, walking back to the two waiting
men.
The moons rising, she warned them, I can feel
it. She handed the key to Julian. Drixil will probably
want that when he gets here, she murmured. Julian
nodded in reply.
Celia turned to Argent, slipping out of her cloak
and tossing it onto the vardos steps. So what next?
she asked, grinning impishly. Im new at being the
jailor. Do you want us to lock you up here, or move you
out of sight a ways?
Before Argent could reply, Drixil came jogging
into the clearing with the jangling of metal and the
crunching of dead leaves.
Julian greeted the dwarf and approached him,
handing over the ring and the key. Calligardes particulars, Monsieur Kettlepot.
Drixil quickly surveyed the scene, still breathing
heavily, then stripped off a gauntlet to don the ring. As
he did so, Argent stepped forward and unsheathed his
long sword. The blades edge immediately began to
glisten with blood, as if anticipating a vital strike. Argent dropped the scabbard and drove the swords point
into the ground, planting it.14
As agreed, Argent said, giving Drixil a level
stare.
Drixil offered a satisfied grunt, then eyed the ring
suspiciously. This is the protective ring, he declared.

13

14

Thyrmlynn is a somewhat sinister traveling merchant the

party has encountered and even worked for on occasion.
Thyrmlynn claims that he deals in exclusive goods for
exclusive clientele.

Argent acquired this sword during Feast of Goblyns. The

blade appears to bleed in the presence of shapechangers. In
this campaign, that includes these afflicted lycanthropes once
the new moon has risen.

He turned to Kevin. Wheres the regenerating ring?

Drixil started marching toward Kevin, who had started
to sweat, but he turned to glare at Argent, Julian, and
Celia. You havent let him wear it again, have you?
Youd better not
Its in the vardo, Kevin growled, craning his
neck to peer at the dwarf. His voice was agitated. And
no one is to wear it.
Drixil barked out a laugh, then turns toward the
vardo. He jutted a finger at Argent. And why arent
you locked up yet? Drixil even flashed a suspicious
look to Celias throat, but seemed satisfied when he saw
the Choker in place.
No one wears the ring, Kevin repeated, his voice
louder, his tone harsher. If you get wounded by a
werewolf, the damage may heal by morning and well
never know. Especially if you decide not to say anything, he added, his gaze snapping to Drixil. With that,
Kevin turned back to face the tree, lapsing back into
brooding silence.
Celia grinned down at the dwarf. Drixil sneered
back, then spun to Argent again. You didnt answer me
why arent you locked up?
We were about to do that as you arrived, Argent
replied calmly.
We were just deciding where to chain im, added
Julian.
Chain him up right there, Drixil growled through
clenched teeth. Keep em close together. Easier to
keep an eye on em both. He tossed his head back and
forth, looking for a suitable tree, but Argent cut him off
with an outthrust arm.
That one, Argent declared, pointing at a tree near
Kevins. As Argent and Celia walked to the tree, Drixil
merely growled in reply, yanking Argents sword from
the earth and drawing his own short sword, Magebane.
With a blade in each hand and iron spikes jutting from
his elbows and knees, Drixil bristled with sharp edges.
As Argent reached his chosen tree, he quickly
popped the moonflower in his mouth. His expression
betrayed the blossoms sour taste. He chewed twice and
swallowed, grimacing. That done, he faced the trunk
and held out his arms. Celia quickly shackled his wrists
just as she had done for Kevin. As she pocketed the key,
she stepped around to Argents side and put a hand on
his back. Argent found himself immediately intoxicated
by the vital current in Celias touch; the mere sensation
of her fingertips seems to drain away the tension in his
spine. She leaned in close enough for Argent to smell
the musky scent of her hair and whispered in his ear, I
love you, Argent. Dont forget that, no matter what.
She smiled. And please try not to break my manacles.
Theyre the best pair Ive ever had.
Putting on a brave show, Argent whispered back, I
would prefer if you would remove yourself to a safe
distance when the change comes. I have witnessed it

several times, but it has never gotten any easier. Before

my infection, I always found it best to remove myself
both from the agony of your transformation and from
my own torment of seeing you in such pain. If something goes wrong, and Drixil is required to act, then that
is the will of Tyr. However, he added, with a sheepish
grin, if you want to stay, thats okay too.
Celia smiled back sadly, her eyes wet. I always
hated you having to see me like this, when our situation
was reversed. But I think I think this is something I
need to see. To see when Ill remember seeing it, that
is, she added, a wince in her voice. I wont leave you
to Drixils mercy, Argent. No matter what.
A moment later, she gave Argent a kiss on the
cheek and stepped back, wiping her brow. Argent could
feel her lips on his skin long after shed returned to
Drixils side.
Drixil turned to catch Julians attention, then thrust
a sword in the direction of each shackled man. All
right, mage. Start casting.
Julian took a step forward, produced a small leather
loop from a pouch, and spoke words of power. As he
finished his casting a few moments later, he raised his
outstretched arm, gesturing boldly toward Kevin. Kevin
floated a few feet off the ground, his arms still anchored
around the tree trunk. Kevin did not react. Julian turned
to Argent and repeated the incantation. Argent too rose
up from the ground, floating helplessly.
Julian craned his neck to look up at the sky. The
last gasp of daylight was filtering weakly through the
foliage, and the clearing was cloaked in shadow. Night
had nearly come. The mage turned on his heel to face
Drixil and Celia.
And now, if you will excuse me, I ave no wish to
witness what is about to appen. He offered a curt bow.
I shall return after the sun is set, no? With that, he
took long strides out of the clearing, headed north.
Drixil and Celia eyed each other suspiciously. Im
not goin anywhere, growled the dwarf.
Celias eyes narrowed. Are you sure thats wise?
Drixil sneered. I dont wanna take chances with
em both.
Celia turned to face the prisoners. Im staying too.
I owe it to them. Her voice was strained. She stepped
away from Drixil, putting her back to the vardo. She
checked her watch one more time, then drew her sword
cane. Any time now.
A minute passed two Celia urged Argent to be
strong.
And then the sun was gone.
Kevin and Argents muscles suddenly went taut
and they grunted in pain. Argent broke into a sweat.
They each writhed in spasms of pain for a few moments, and then it began. The bones in Argents hands
and feet began to pop and bulge, and faint gray hairs
started spreading down his spine like sweat. Kevins

transformation was even more rapid. His spine crackled

as it wrenched itself into a new configuration. White fur
raced along his skin as his dangling feet begin to narrow and stretch. He threw his head back in agony as the
bones of his face pushed out of alignment.
A wave of horror rising within him, Drixil took an
unsteady step back and stole a quick glance at Celia.
She was standing as rigid as an iron pole, one hand
cupped over her gaping mouth, her eyes wide.
When Drixil looked back at the prisoners, they
were even further changed. Argent was wrapped around
his tree trunk as if clinging to it for dear life. His pelt
was growing thicker, and his torso was starting to pulse
out of shape. Drixil could hear Argents whimpering
over the sounds of snapping bones and rippling flesh.
Kevin was well beyond human. He suddenly snapped
his head around, glaring at Drixil and Celia with amber
eyes and a bestial face. Ceeeelllyaaa, he cried, his
voice a distorted wave of rage and agony. The word
faded into an inhuman howl as his throat swelled.
For Drixil, this was the final straw. His mind
snapped. Howling in panic, the dwarf spun and barreled
from the clearing, racing back toward town racing
anywhere to get away from the sights and sounds of this
horror. By the time Drixils head had stopped spinning,
he realized he was on the southern road, alone, and
halfway back to Mordentshire. At least ten minutes
must have passed. Celia had not followed him from the
clearing; in fact, Drixil didnt remember seeing Celia
move at all.
Disgusted, Drixil turned to run back to the campsite but then he heard the wolves howl, their cries
echoing through the woods. Drixils stomach felt
queasy, and he suddenly realized that a large part of him
refused to go back. He tried to force himself, but as he
approached the dark woods, a blinding panic threatened
to swell up in his heart again. It took Drixil a full hour
to force himself to return. When he did, his hands were
quivering.
Fortunately, when Drixil finally returned to the
campsite, the situation seemed to be under control.
Julian and Celia were sitting next to each other on the
vardo steps. Celias face was in her hands, her hair
hanging down loose. Drixil could not see her face, but
Julian had an arm wrapped protectively around her
shoulders and seemed to be comforting her.
Both wolves were, thankfully, still shackled to their
respective trees. The levitation spells had worn off, and
both wolves were back on the ground. The wolf where
Argent used to be a hulking gray and white creature
was still frantically struggling against its chain,
clawing and biting at the tree bark, all to no avail. The
pure white wolf that had replaced Kevin was calmer. It
craned its neck to peer hatefully at the dwarf as he approached. Its thin black lips peeled back to expose its
long, drooling fangs.

Julian looked up at the dwarfs approach and nodded a greeting, looking concerned.
When I returned, he told Drixil, Celia ere was
just staring at the loup-garou. It was several minutes
before she would respond to me. He raised an eyebrow. She said you did not fare too well either. The
chains eld, fortunately.
Drixil merely grunted, hoping his voice didnt
sound as shaky as he certainly felt.
Julian turned back to Celia. Are you all right,
mademoiselle? Celias hands dropped to her lap. She
nodded. Julian continued. ow are you feeling now?
Celia looked up at him, brushing the hair from her
face, then turned to Drixil. Her expression was hard to
read. It was horrible. It was like they were being
tortured. Worse! I never remember much from the
nights I change. I never imagined it could be so horrible She looked over at the wolves. And it happens
to me, too
Julian glanced at Drixil and gave Celias shoulder a
supportive squeeze. But ow do you feel? Right now?
Celia looked at him askance, then flicked her gaze
to Drixil. Her eyes hardened. Oh. I see what you
mean. Im hungry. Starving, really. For raw meat.
Julian raised an eyebrow, but Celia placed her hand
over his own. Dont worry. Im not going to bite you. I
dont want to hurt anyone. But I still have the
cravings. She tugged at her collar. My clothes itch
and they feel too tight, though I know they arent.
Theyre too hot, too. Julian threw Drixil a glance,
nodding to Celias discarded cloak.
Celia wrapped up her thoughts. Im not tired at
all. Its hard to sit still. I just have a lot of energy. I
want to do something, but I dont know what. Maybe
Ill take a walk later. She looked at the wolves, and her
eyes turned sad. At least Im not chained up helpless
to a tree. My poor men; look what Ive done to you.
Drixil rallied his courage and took an unsteady step
toward the white werewolf, his pulse pounding in his
ears. The wolf started to emit a low, rumbling growl,
and Drixil found himself unwilling to come any closer.
Even in this form, Kevins dueling scar and broken nose
marred the werewolfs muzzle.
Drixil turned to Julian and Celia, trying to keep his
eyes off the wolves. Look at the difference, boyo,
Drixil said, his voice wavering. Kevins sitting cool as
a cucumber while Argent Drixil jerked his thumb
toward the darker wolf is acting like a caged wild
animal.
The white wolf suddenly snapped its jaws at the
dwarf, even though Drixil remained several feet beyond
its extremely limited reach. Drixil took a few quick
steps back and continued. This doesnt bode well for
us. Time is running out. Drixil turned back to the white
werewolf, trying to keep his revulsion in check. Every
moment Drixil spent looking at the wolves, the memory

of their monstrous transformation was flooding his

senses. I wonder, Kevin, how much you want to tussle
with this old dwarf.
The white wolf merely stared back at Drixil,
growling through bared fangs.
Julian spoke up. Yes, Monsieur Kettlepot, I can
see that time is running out. Soon enough, I think they
will not be themselves even when they are normal.
Celia snapped her head around to glare at him, but
Julian continued. This is the true ideousness of the
bestial curse.
Ive been infected for two years now, twice as
long as Kevin, Celia said, her own voice now nearly a
growl, and Im not a monster. I know the moon affects
my thoughts, but its full force is on me now and I dont
want to hurt you. She snapped her gaze to Drixil. I
dont even want to hurt you, Drixil. I wouldnt let the
wolves loose, even if I thought theyd let me come
close enough to try. Her hand rose to her throat. I
dont want to take off this choker; I dont want to turn.
Celia rose to her feet, moving a few steps away,
obviously agitated. I want raw meat, yes. I know its
the wolf that wants it. But thats not the same as wanting to tear your throats out to get it.
Julian and Drixil threw each other a momentary,
wary glance. Mon ami, Julian said, I ope that you
find your cure soon enough.
Drixil approached the vardo. You might not wanna
do any of that stuff, Celia. He jutted his thumb over
his shoulder toward the snarling wolves. But can you
guarantee that those two can hang on as long? Especially Kevin. Im worried about him and Ill even
admit that to you and Julian.
Celia started to reply, but then merely stared at the
wolves. Argent can fight it, I know he can, she said,
after a pause. Kevin I dont know about Kevin, she
conceded, sadly. I know he doesnt trust himself, but
has he actually done anything yet to make us worry?
Celia met Drixils gaze again, not waiting for a reply. Look, she continued, gesturing to the wolves.
Neither of them would be infected if it wasnt for me.
Theyre my responsibility, so Ill keep an eye on them.
Celia sighed, wiping her brow, and walked back
into the vardo. Drixil and Julian watched as she pulls
off the chain mail hauberk and stretched her back, then
stepped back to the doorway. I think Argent and Kevin
are secure for the night, poor things, she said. So
theres no need for all of us to sit up all night. Why
dont we take shifts?
Drixil shook his head. No, I wont be sleeping tonight. Im gonna guard these beasts to the end.
Celia shrugged. I dont think Ill be sleeping tonight either.
Julian rose, smiling. Well, if you will excuse me,
if I am no longer needed ere tonight, I think I would
rather spend the night in a warm bed. He offered a curt

bow to the others. Should I be needed, you will find

me at the Blackard. Adieu.
With that, Julian took his leave.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully, if not
peacefully. Drixils terror made it easy for him to remain awake, even though he could feel exhaustion settling in. He spent most of the night sitting inside the
vardo, where he could not see the wolves. There he
noted Kevins ring of regeneration sitting on the water
barrel. Celia spent most of the night pacing outside,
watching the wolves.
Hours later, Celia stepped inside the vardo, looking
tired. Moons down, she murmured. She pulled on
her cloak and sat on the opposite bunk, leaning into the
corner.
Over the next hour, Drixil watched the vardos
windows slowly lighten and listened to the snarling of
the wolves outside. As the light filtering through the
trees turned rosy, Drixil curled up on the bunk and
pulled a pillow tightly over his head, hoping to muffle
the sounds he was sure would soon come.

Chapter Two
September 26, 737.
Autumn Equinox.

he days were rapidly dwindling as autumn fell

across the land. In fact, to the best of Logan
Knightblades knowledge, today was the autumn
equinox.
Logan had arrived in the Village of Barovia late on
the previous day, hot on the trail of the final entry
recorded in the strange journal now tucked inside his
breastplate. Logan did not speak the local tongue, but
fortunately he had been able to find a few people here
and there who spoke a little Mordentish, which he could
muddle through, or Vaasi, which seemed to be a close
dialect of his native tongue.
Once in town, Logan had learned the location of
the Tser Falls, where he could find the soothsaying
gypsies he sought, but the innkeeper had warned him
that if he did not return to the inn by sunset, he would
not be admitted until daybreak. The locals seemed to be
deadly serious about this, and Logan had heard the
howls of numerous wolves on the mountain slopes
during the last few days of his travels, so it seemed
prudent to put off the visit until this morning. There had
been a few Vaasi-speaking merchants in the inn last
night, headed west; Logan had arrived in the village
with their caravan. They would be gone by now;
hustling to return home with their goods in the western
lands before the winter snows rendered the Old Svalich
Road impassible.

Logan was also able to learn that the bank of fog he

passed through on his way to town actually surrounded
the entire region, and was lethally poisonous. Now that
hed inhaled those vapors, he would most certainly die
if he tried to leave the ring of fog unless he first
drank an antidote sold by the gypsies, of course. The
antidote lost its potency in less than an hour, so Logan
had been told, so he would need to buy it just before he
intended to leave.
After rising early this morning, Logan had
backtracked to the Tser Falls, where a large gypsy
encampment sat centered around a pool at the foot of a
towering waterfall. Barely visible from this vantage
point was Castle Ravenloft, perched on a precipice a
full thousand feet above the camp.
At the camp, an ancient gypsy called Madame Eva
admitted Logan into her vardo. It was she who gave
Logan the lore he had long sought. First, the old seer
told him how to end his months-long search for the author of his mysterious journal.
The moon is devoured by darkness, she said.
The seeker goes to Sturben. The shadow will come
from water.
She would not elucidate her cryptic prophecy, but
she did offer one more piece of advice as Logan left.
The journal that had guided Logans fate for all those
months, the journal given to him by yet another aging
Vistani seer, was a trap.
It was now midday. As Logan strolled back to the
village, a strange fogbank suddenly rolled across the
Old Svalich Road. When the fog dissipated moments
later, a strangely dressed young woman was crouched
in the middle of the road, looking a bit bewildered. She
was some fifty feet down the road, between Logan and
the village.
Staring at the woman, Logan assumed a guarded
pose. Looking around to get her bearings, the woman
spotted him. He was covered from head to toe in heavy,
ornate full plate, enameled in black with splashes of
crimson, and a massive sword was slung over his back.
A moment later, the woman leapt to her feet and
spun around to face whatever she thought might be
behind her. She then spent several seconds scanning the
tree line at the edge of the road, still looking a bit
startled.
The woman appeared human to Logans eyes. She
was petite, about five foot four, and had flowing black
hair tied into a neat braid that hung to the small of her
back. Her clothes were not in the Barovian style; she
wore a short-sleeved tunic, breeches, and soft leather
boots. Logan would have guessed that her clothing was
originally forest green, but it had been darkened by
soot. The womans face was sooty as well. The woman
raised her quarterstaff as if expecting a strike, but then
eased her grip. Logan noted that the ends of the staff

had silver caps. The woman also had a large satchel

slung across her chest.
Logan slowly approached the woman, keeping his
hands at his sides. The womans look of concern lasted
only a few seconds. As she started scanning the rest of
her surroundings, she suddenly switched to a
nonchalant stance, as if she had been standing in the
road the entire time. In truth, it was an act; she leaned
against her staff, trying to appear at ease while she
carefully studied the warriors movements and
mannerisms. Soon deciding that the knight was not an
immediate threat, she quickly strode in his direction.
When the woman came within a few paces, Logan
stopped in his tracks to study her, suspecting a trap.
When she took another step forward, he said, in the
Common tongue of his homeland, Hold madam. Who
are you, and how is it that you came to appear before
me?
Hello to you, sir, she replied in the same tongue,
trying to approximate his accent as much as possible. I
am Lyanna Kelsidor and, to be honest, Im not quite
sure how I got here. After a brief pause she added,
Perhaps you could tell me where here is?
Logan moved forward slowly and said, You,
madam, are on the Old Svalich Road between the Village of Barovia and Tser Falls in the County of Barovia.
I am Logan Knightblade, War Priest of Tempus. If you
cannot tell me how it is you came to be here, maybe
you can tell me where you were before you found
yourself in my company. It may also benefit me to
know exactly what enemy you thought may be following you, in case they too find themselves unexpectedly in my company.
Well met, Sir Knightblade. But, please call me
Lyanna, she said with a sly smile. You make me feel
like an old lady calling me madam. She spoke rapidly,
without even realizing it. As for where I came from
thats easy. The Cage, Sigil, the City of Doors. No
doubt youve heard of it.
Lyanna noted the recognition in Logans eyes and
continued uninterrupted. My ma used to tell me that
everyone goes through The Cage at least once in their
lives. Its possible that I somehow slipped my way into
a portal without realizing it. Theres portals all over
Sigil, you know. Once, when I was just a girl, I accidentally stumbled my way through a portal and into the
Beastlands. Luckily, I was able to go right back through
the same way to get home, though. She briefly
scanned the trees at the sides of the road and added,
with just a hint of nervousness, I dont think itll be
quite as easy this time around.
As she spoke, Lyannas eyes studied Logans body,
taking inventory of his sword and backpack. As she
examined him, she realized that the splatters of crimson
on his armor were glazed enamel, not the fresh blood
they appeared to be. Now, about those that were

uh following me? Thats a little bit harder to pin

down. Obviously, theyre not here now, so it makes no
matter. She straightened herself to her full height. Besides, Im tougher than I look. I can take care of myself,
you know. Then, pointing to the silver caps on her
staff, she added, And, I was prepared.
So, she continued, you mentioned Barovia and
the Old Svalich Road. Ive never heard of them. Are we
somewhere in the Outlands?
Logan shook his head. No. Some of the locals call
this place the Land of Mists. Beyond that, I cant really
say.
Land of Mists? Doesnt sound familiar. Although,
now that you mention it, I seem to recall being surrounded by mist shortly after crawling through that tunnel. Im sure thats not a coincidence.
Lyannas gaze narrowed and her nose crinkled up
as the thought of the mists jogged her memory. I remember reading some old manuscripts about a demiplane referred to as the Land of Mists. What did they
call it? She wracked her brain trying to come up with
the name.
Well, I do remember there was much speculation
about it. Beranda said that plenty of berks had heard of
it, but no one knew how to get there. Or, they didnt
know how to get back. I cant remember which. Lyanna started to frown as she contemplated what this
might mean.
I hope thats not where we are. It sounded like an
awful place. The thought of the possibilities was
clearly making her upset, so she quickly changed the
subject. All smiles once again she said, Are you a native of these lands, Sir Knightblade? Im afraid Im
very much a foreigner to this land and I could sure use a
bath and a cold drink.
Somewhat intrigued, Logan came a few steps
closer, easing into a more casual stance. Well Lyanna,
he replied, I too was in Sigil prior to finding myself
here, and as you say finding a way back is much more
complicated than just returning the way we came. I
have been in this Land of Mists for half a year and have
yet to find the way home. This is a strange land filled
with hidden dangers and unimaginable horrors.
Logan lapsed into complete silence for a few
moments and stared off into the distance, his gaze
reflective. Then he continued as if he had never stopped
speaking. I have seen and learned much since arriving
here. I have fought worthy foes and lost brave companions, and through all this Tempus has seen fit to
guide my blade, and mark the path that I must walk so
that I may see another battle.
Logan took a step back and reached over his shoulder to retrieve a waterskin tied to his pack. Untying it,
he held it out to Lyanna.
You are very kind to offer, Lyanna said, as she
reached for the waterskin and took several large gulps.

Some of the water dribbled down her cheeks as she

drank, leaving streaks of clean skin between the soot
and grime on the rest of her face.
As for a bath, the only village we can reach today
is just back down the road a bit, Logan said, nodding
over Lyannas shoulder. Im staying at an inn there.
He paused for a thought. Actually, he corrected, Im
staying at the only inn there. It would be good to have
company I can actually talk to.
Wiping her chin with her sleeve, Lyanna said, Im
familiar with Tempus. The Lord of Battles, right? My
mother used to pray to him on occasion before going
into battle when she was young. Thats what she used to
say, anyway. A hint of sadness touched her eyes as she
spoke. She was an adventurer from Toril before
moving to Sigil and meeting my father. That was long
before I was born. Her gaze drifted off for a second.
Im sorry Im probably rambling again. Im told I
do that from time to time. Id love to hear your stories if
you want to tell them, but perhaps we should get out of
the middle of this road first.
Lyanna looked around in all directions, to get a feel
for the lay of the land. She peered up, her eyes following the thick forests as they rose up the towering sides
of the mountain pass. Clouds were drifting off the
mountainsides, obscuring their peaks. She thought she
could spot the white towers of a mountain keep glinting
in the daylight, at least a thousand feet up.
She turned her attention back to Logan. Were you
going anywhere in particular? Staying in town or
heading out on the road? Id be honored to travel with
you if youd let me.
Im staying in town, Logan replied. At least for
the night. He gestured east toward town, and the pair
started walking toward the village. I will be heading
out soon, however.
Where are you going?
That is a long story. I seek another of my order, a
man named Calligarde. I believe that finding this priest
may also lead to finding a way back to Sigil.
How so?
Do you believe in fate? The gypsies in this land
do. I have now had two of their fortune-tellers tell me
that my fate is entwined with that of this man.
Logan continued talking during the walk, telling
Lyanna some of the sights he had seen since arriving in
this land. I must warn you, he said, I know how you
Sigil folk are the belief that youve seen everything.
This land may not have demons walking around in the
streets, but it can still catch you off-guard. Ive sailed
on a cursed ship, trapped on board until we could put
dead spirits to rest. Ive encountered twisted creatures
that would consider your face a delicacy. He held up
one hand, which was conspicuously bare. Ive even
lost a gauntlet to an insane vampire.
How do you intend to find this Calligarde?

I just came from one of these gypsy fortune tellers. He stopped and pivoted to the west, pointing at a
ghostly gibbous moon hugging the jagged horizon.
The moons a little past full now. He turned back and
resumed walking.
The seer told me that to find Calligarde, I need to
travel to Sturben thats a town several days to the
west of here. Then, when darkness swallows the
moon, I need to start watching the water. What she
said, specifically, was The shadow comes from water.
If I do that, apparently Calligarde will come to me. After pursuing him for these last few months, Im not sure
what to make of it.
Lyanna listened to Logans tale very intently as
they walked, becoming more and more intrigued by the
moment. Perhaps this Calligarde can help me find a
way back to Sigil as well. As for what the gypsies told
you Lyanna paused as she contemplated what it all
might mean. It sounds almost prophetic, as if you are
meant to play a part in a grand plan. She smiled in anticipation of the journey ahead. And I want to be there
with you so I can witness it firsthand.
Lyanna paused momentarily and looked over to
Logan. I dont suppose the gypsies told you any more
about what they meant? she asked. Obviously, the
darkness swallowing the moon refers to a solar
eclipse, but the other the shadow comes from water? That sounds almost dangerous.
Logan shrugged. The darkness may not be that
unusual. These gypsies can be damned peculiar. It may
just be her way of saying to wait until the next new
moon. As for the shadow
Logan paused for a moment, then dismissed the
thought with another shrug. Dangerous it may well be.
At any rate, we need to spend tonight in the village.
Hopefully well be able to hitch a ride with a merchant
caravan headed west in the next few days. I dont have
a horse, and without horses its more than a days travel
to the next town.
He paused again, looking Lyanna in the eye. The
locals insist that no one should be out after dark. If you
arent inside by sunset, they lock you out until dawn.
Logan looked back up at the sun, high in the sky. Lets
make haste, he continued. It is well past time for me
to pay homage to my god. Today I must spill blood.
When I have finished with prayer, we can have dinner
and discuss whether you will join me in my quest.
Logan started down the road, with Lyanna on his
heels. After theyd followed the curving road through
the Svalich Woods for about a quarter mile, the forest
broke to reveal cleared land fields in the midst of
harvest. The road crossed an ancient, mossy stone
bridge as it passed over the cold, clear waters of the
Ivlis River. Beyond the bridge, cobblestones replaced
the muddy road, leading into the Village of Barovia.

The village was a small cluster of quaint, plastered

buildings with heavy timber frames. Most buildings
were a single story with thatched roofs, though a handful rose above the skyline with a second story, their
roofs made of wooden shingles. Windows were small,
and most were shuttered or blocked by heavy curtains.
The entire village was less than half a mile across, surrounded on all sides by the narrow ribbon of fields before the thick woods began their ascent up the steep
sides of the valley. A few hundred feet to the south of
the village, The Ivlis River continued to flow east, soon
disappearing back into the forest.
Stocky, dark-haired villagers went about their
business in the streets, shooting Logan and Lyanna suspicious glances as they passed. As Logan led Lyanna to
the town square, she noted that pumpkins, hollowed out
and carved into grotesque leers, sat on the doorsteps of
many homes.
The town square was a wide circle where two
straight streets met the Old Svalich Road. Peering both
ways, Lyanna saw that both led directly to relatively
large buildings at the edges of the village a manor to
the south and a dilapidated church to the northwest. A
water-stained wooden scaffold stood in the middle of
the square, but it was currently empty. Two buildings
facing the square had signs hanging above their doors;
the rest appeared to be private homes. Both signs were
in an unfamiliar language, and neither featured any
helpful pictures.
In all, the atmosphere was less than inviting.
Logan gestured to the larger of the two businesses,
a wedge-shaped, two-story structure. Its plastered walls
had been whitewashed and flowering vines clung to
most of its exterior. This is where Im staying.
Whats it called?
He shrugged, opening the door for his new companion.
Logan followed Lyanna inside. They entered a
sweet-smelling, triangular entrance hall, decorated with
several types of plants and flowers. A fire in the corner
hearth kept out the autumn chill. Two open doors revealed a hallway that led deeper into the building. To
their right, another open door led into a comfortable
tavern, dimly lit and decorated in dark woods. Lyanna
intently examined the building as they entered, trying to
get a feel for the place and its patrons.
Logan nodded toward the heart of the building.
That way for the dining hall. He nodded toward the
tavern. Thats where to go for a room.
Lyanna turned to Logan. Thank you for your hospitality, Sir Knightblade. I will attempt to find a room, a
bath, and maybe something to eat. When you are done
with your prayer, you should be able to find me in the
dining hall. Ill await you there. With a nod of thanks,
Lyanna turned in the direction of the tavern in search of
the proprietor.

At that moment, a womans deeply resounding,

painfully mournful voice emerged from the tavern, accompanied by the artistic strumming of a lute. The
woman was singing in a language familiar to the pair,
though her accent was distinct and unusual.
The song began:
Cold blows the wind, upon my true love
Soft falls the gentle rain
I never had but one true love
And in Greenwood, he lies slain
Id do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
And I'll mourn upon your grave
For twelvemonth and a day
One true love is eternity for two
Three four, nevermore will I see my love true
Ill shed my tears upon your grave
For twelvemonth and a day
When the twelvemonth and one day had passed,
The ghost began to speak
Who is it that sits all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?
Tis I, tis I, thine own true love
That sits upon your grave.
I ask of one kiss from your sweet lips,
And that is all I crave.
One true love is eternity for two
Three four, nevermore will I see my love true
I ask of one kiss from your lips,
And that is all I crave.
My lips, they are as clay, my love,
My breath is earthy-strong
And if you should kiss my clay-cold lips,
Your time would not be long
The lyrics ended, but the lute continued to strum a
soft tune.
Lyanna paused to listen. The woman was singing in
Common, though spiced here and there with an Elven
word or phrasing. An unusual patois, but Lyanna could
follow it easily.
As the woman sang, Lyanna looked to Logan. You
gave me the impression that people didnt speak our
language here, she jested, giving Logan a smile. And
I thought I was going to have difficulty understanding
the locals.
The language she sings in is called Vaasi, as far as
I can tell. Its a dialect of the language we speak. I did
not mean to mislead you; most of the people I have
encountered do not speak our tongue.
Lyannas mood had picked up considerably at the
sound of the womans voice, and she made her way in
that direction. Reaching the taverns open doorway, she

turned back to Logan. I think Id like to have a listen

to this woman first, before getting a room. Would you
like to join me or catch up with me later?
Logan pondered his answer for a moment, recalling
the bard who had performed in the dining hall the night
before. Perhaps I will join you for a short time. As I
recall, this bard is very beautiful, and I find her song
very intriguing.
Logan removed his helmet, giving Lyanna her first
good look at his face. His looks were a bit nondescript,
if a bit worn. Lyanna placed him in his early thirties. He
followed Lyanna into the tavern.
The candlelit tavern was decorated with a few
boxes of exotic-looking flowers how the flowers
could bloom in the dim light remained something of a
mystery. The tavern contained just four people at the
moment. A dour-looking couple, obviously locals to
judge by their clothes and build, were sitting in the corner. They tossed Logan and Lyanna a quick, suspicious
glance as they enter. A man stood behind the bar, idly
wiping a glass. He offered Logan a curt nod of recognition as he stepped inside. The barkeep had sandy brown
hair and unusual, nearly tan eyes, and he wore a medallion around his neck in the shape of a small, silver
feather the only bit of color in his otherwise drab
attire.
The bard was sitting on a stool near the bar, facing
partly away from the door. She did not acknowledge the
others entrance; by chance, she had glanced at Logan
just as the intimidating warrior had nodded in her direction. She continued to hope that the warrior would
be gone when next she looked up. The bard was tall
compared to Lyanna perhaps five-foot-seven. She
was young and attractive, though a single tear had
trailed down her cheek as she performed. She had long,
golden hair that fell wildly down her back, a lightly
freckled face, and downcast eyes. Compared to the rest
of the room, the woman was an explosion of color, with
a billowy, light yellow blouse tucked neatly into deep
sapphire trousers, and a sky blue vest. The lute she was
playing looked a bit worn.
Lyanna stood by the tavern entrance and intently
listened as the bard began to sing softly again.
Look down in the yonder garden fair,
Love, where we used to walk
The fairest flower that ever bloomed
Has withered unto the stalk.
The stalk it has withered and dried, my love,
So will our hearts decay.
So make yourself content, my love,
Til death calls you away.
One true love is eternity for two
Three four, nevermore will I see my love true
So make yourself content, my love,

Til death calls you away

The bards voice trailed off as the final notes of the
strings were played. Stilling the strings, she raised a
hand and wiped the tear from her freckled cheek. She
looked up at the barkeep; he merely offered her a
vaguely satisfied nod. The other couple simply continued their muttered conversation.
Though overjoyed at the sound of another person
Lyanna could understand, the words of the song, and
the sight of the tear on the bards face, gradually started
to hit home. Memories of her parents lives flooded
Lyannas vision, ending with the moment when Beranda had gripped Lyannas hands and told her of their
deaths. Now, as the bard sang, Lyanna stood in place,
transfixed on the womans face, and particularly on the
lone tear running down her cheek. Lyannas eyes begin
to well up on their own, and she fought fiercely to control her emotions. As the song ended, the moment
passed, and her fear of crying in front of these strangers
receded like the presence of her tears.
The bards large, azure eyes next stole a glance
back at the doorway. Her gaze momentarily met
Logans, and with a start she quickly looked away. It
was not what she had hoped to see.
Lyanna noted her glances. Without turning her
head to Logan, she whispered to him, I believe she
fancies you. Come, lets go have a talk with her.
Without waiting for a response, Lyanna strode gracefully to where the woman was sitting.
Bowing her head to study her lute, the bards callused fingers plucked a few strings. Such a simple gesture calmed her wits and steadied her mind for whatever the woman had to say. Leaving her fingers on the
strings, she looked up at the woman, making a mental
note of the confident stride as just experience and not
arrogance. A slight smile curved her lips somewhat
between a half-sided smirk and a grin.
Lyanna approached the bard, using her staff as a
walking stick as she went. Each time its silver end cap
struck the taverns hardwood floor, a dull thud resonated throughout the room like a drum. She stopped a
few feet from the bard and leaned nimbly against the
staff. What a beautiful voice you have, milady, she
said softly. My friend has been singing your praises
since we heard you from down the hall. Lyanna
glanced briefly over her shoulder to see if Logan had
followed her.
Her attention quickly turned back to the woman on
the stool. Perhaps you'd allow me to buy you a drink,
she offered, motioning to one of the nearby tables. Id
love to hear the tale of the man who inspired your
song... if youd be willing to speak of him, of course.
He must have been a remarkable man.
Ryn glanced at the warrior a moment when Lyanna
spoke of him, her smile somewhat frozen on her face.

Thank you, she replied, I'm glad you and your friend
enjoyed the song; many seem to be drowning in sorrow
here. Sadly, that song is not my own but a work I
learned from one passing master. It is one of the best
and I hope I do it some justice. I'm Ryn. She held out
her hand, leaving the other on the strings of her beaten
lute.
Well, your song or no, you performed it beautifully. Lyanna clasped the bards hand and gave it a
hardy shake. It is a pleasure to meet you Ryn. My
name is Lyanna.
Lyanna pulled out a chair from the table nearest her
and took a seat, leaning her staff against one of the
other chairs as she sits. Looking up to the bard, she
said, Would you care for a glass of wine? I seem to in
a wine kind of mood this afternoon.
Nice to meet you, Lyanna. She smiled and sat
across from her, resting the lute in her lap lovingly.
Just some redberry please I never had the head for
wine, she laughed softly.
Ill get them, Logan announced abruptly. He
clanked over to the bar and leaned close to the barkeep,
speaking with him in hushed tones.
Thank you, Lyanna replied at the warriors back.
Turning again to Ryn, she smiled and said, Always a
gentleman. By the way, have you met Sir Knightblade?
Ive only known him a short time, but he has been very
helpful to me at a time when I needed help most.
Chuckling briefly, she added, There are too few men
like him where I come from.
She glanced over at Knightblade at the bar. He
briefly turned away from the barkeep and smiled back.
With a pleasant smile fixed on her lips, Ryn nodded to
the knight. Then he turned to the bar again.
Lyanna slipped her small pack from her shoulder
and rested it gently between her feet, keeping it propped
upright with her knees. Forgive me, Ryn, but my curiosity has gotten the better of me. Though Im not a local myself, your dress and accent suggest that you aren't
either. Might I ask where youre from?
Ryn turned back to Lyanna. She relaxed slightly
and nodded. There are no men like him where Im
from. Im from Harmonia in Kartakass. I wasnt needed
there, so like most bards I thought it best to see the
world and learn new songs and stories. She cocks her
head slightly, running her fingers over the strings once
more, plucking out a simple tune. May I ask where
you and your friend are from?
Lyanna paused momentarily, thinking to herself
before answering. Harmonia and Kartakass you say?
Im not familiar with either and Im familiar with a
lot of places. She started tugging off her worn, leather
gloves in anticipation of the wine. Unless theyre from
this Land of Mists, she added, more to herself than to
Ryn. Ive only just arrived here today.

Lyanna looked briefly in the knights direction.

Im not really sure where Sir Knightblade is from,
though I have my suspicions based on what hes told
me so far. As for me, Im from Sigil. Also called The
Cage and the City of Doors. Have you heard of it? Its
the center of the multiverse and the gateway to everywhere. From what Sir Knightblade has told me, Im
lucky to have found someone I could communicate
with. And, she adds with a smile, Ive found two of
you in one day.
Blinking at Lyannas strange tale, Ryn shook her
head slightly. You are an she glanced around,
leaning over the table to whisper the word, outlander?
Her violet-azure eyes darted over the taverns occupants, making certain none were looking their way,
before returning her attention to Lyanna.
Lyanna loosened the drawstring on her pack and
stuffed her gloves inside, drawing it closed when they
were secured. Outlander? she mused, with a fair
amount of surprise in her voice. I suppose so, although
I guess being from Sigil Ive always considered everyone else an outlander. What a wonderful twist.
Realizing after a moment that Ryn had lowered her
voice, Lyanna looked briefly in the direction of the
other patrons, then lowered her own and leaned close.
Is that a bad thing? Are we outlanders not welcome here?
Ryn shook her head and leaned forward once more.
In hushed tones, she said, Being a bard, my life is built
around fantastic tales and the like. But normally
someone claiming to be from she paused a
moment, swallowing somewhere else is usually
mad. She tilted her head slightly and her fingers tensed
upon the strings. It would be best not to talk about it
here if you have noticed they could very well kick us
out tonight and then who knows what might come to
pass.
Ryn leaned back and laughed, the merry giggle
quite out of place in the dour tavern. And he thought
youd believe that story? People will try anything these
days. Ryn smiled softly and winked at Lyanna.
Lyanna laughed aloud with Ryn, playing along
with the ruse. When she was sure the other inhabitants
had gone back to their own conversations, she whispered back across the table. Perhaps we can continue
discussing this topic another time then. Im sure I have
a tale or two that might interest you. Maybe even fantastic enough to use in your travels. The thought
brought just the hint of a smile to her face.
Where are those drinks? Lyanna muttered, looking back toward the bar. The three drinks were lined up
on the bar, but Knightblade still seemed to be busy
muttering to the barkeep. I swear, men wouldnt be
able to make it through the day unless a woman was
there to hold their hand.

Logan paid the bartender, tipping him two coppers.

He gathered up the drinks and returned to the table. He
handed the women their drinks, saying, You seem to
be enjoying yourselves. As he handed Ryn her drink,
he took time to look into her eyes. Logan sat down,
placing his helm on the floor next to his chair.

Ill get them, Logan announced abruptly. He
clanked over to the bar and leaned close to the barkeep.
The barkeeps tan eyes stared back at him with, if perhaps not true hostility, at least a suspicious air.
Ill have an ale, Logan said, keeping his voice
low. And a wine and redberry for the ladies.
The barkeep leaned in closer, and he too kept his
voice hushed. Tuika.
Pardon?
Tuika, for wine, he repeated. Is brandywine.
Very heady. Made from plums, he added in halting
Vaasi. I recommend.
Ah Logan nodded. Yes, that will do. Logan
paused for a moment, acting nonchalant as the barkeep
poured. By the way, he picked up again, how long
has that minstrel been playing here?
The barkeep glanced ever so briefly at the bard. He
shrugged softly. Few days. I do not think she stay
long.
Logan glanced back at the table and smiled at the
women, who looked back at him. He turned back to the
barkeep, furtive again.
Not long? Whys that?
She sing for keep. Snows come soon, no more
caravan. No caravan, no one for her to sing. No sing, no
keep. Not for whole winter.
Where is she from?
The barkeeps eyes narrowed. Where you from? I
think you Nova Vaasan, but your ah tongue is
odd.
I hail from a temple in a land beyond Mordent.
We are very secluded. I doubt that you know the place;
this is why my tongue sounds odd to you.
The barkeep shrugged, seemingly satisfied. Bard
is from Kartakass, I think.
Logan glanced back at the table briefly, then turned
again to the barkeep. You said you thought me Nova
Vaasan, he said. I am unfamiliar with this phrase;
what does it mean?
The barkeep looked at him quizzically. From
Nova Vaasa. Is days hard ride to east. Caravan you
arrive with was going there, yes? He slid over the
drinks. One silver.
Logan paid the barkeep without comment, tipping
him two coppers. He gathered up the drinks and returned to the table. He handed the ladies their drinks,
adding, You seem to be enjoying yourselves. As he
handed Ryn her drink, he paused to look into her eyes.

Logan sat down, settling his helm on the floorboards

next to his chair.
Lyanna offered the knight her thanks. Noting his
look to Ryn, she quickly hid her smile in her wine glass.
Fixing her kind smile upon her lips, Ryn took the glass
of redberry. She matched Logans gaze with the
steadiness of her own eyes; a falsehood perhaps but one
she was adept at.
Considering the morning Ive had, Lyanna said,
Id say things have turned around for the better.
Whats not to enjoy? She took a cautious sip, sampling
the tuikas unexpected flavor. She raised her glass,
holding it over the center of the table. Id like to propose a toast. To new friends, new adventures and, for
me, the start of a new life.
Blinking at the toast, the bard held out her glass as
well, clinking Lyannas. Hear hear, a fine toast to be
sure. She turned to the warrior. Sir Knightblade is
there another name you go by? Im Ryn. She took a
small sip of the crimson juice, watching him.
Knightblade raised his tankard, clinking both Lyannas and Ryns glasses. To new friends! he toasted.
Logan then turned to the bard. A pleasure to meet you
Ryn. You can call me Logan; may I say I found your
song moving.
Taking another sip of juice, Ryn smiled. Pleasure
to meet you, Logan. I admit your armor somewhat unnerved me. We were discussing where we grew up, care
to share? She strummed a soft tune on her lyre, providing a lilting background.
Logan smiled and said, Im not sure that you will
find it very interesting, but I grew up in a place called
the House of Glory.
Lyanna continued to drink her wine, listening intently.
Which is a temple to my god in the city Tantras,
Logan added as an afterthought.
After a moment of consideration, Lyanna whispered, Im sorry to interrupt the conversation here, but
Ive got a question to ask that just won't stop rattling
around in my head. She looked around briefly to make
sure no one could overhear before continuing. Now,
Ive been here in town for a very short time and
youve both commented to me about not being outside
after dark. Whats everyone so afraid of?
Ryn frowned for a moment, remembering the tales
she had heard. She lowered her voice. The people here
will not risk going out after dark even if a loved one is
out there. There are large wolves and other foul creatures in the woods. In this land, they tell a tale that a
sliver of the sun was taken long ago, plunging this land
into darkness. The light cannot return until the sun regains its sliver. Some believe its hidden within the
bowels of the earth.

Ryn took a small sip of her juice, tilting her head.

Whispering to Lyanna and Logan, she added, You both
have not been here long, I take it?
I wont speak for Logan, of course, Lyanna replied, but I only arrived this morning. Lyanna finished the last of her wine and set her glass on the table.
Well, as a newcomer, I suppose I should make sure I
have a room for the night before too much longer.
Looking at the near-empty room around her, she adds,
Although, it doesnt appear as though Ill have much
trouble with that.
Logan spoke up. Ive only been in Barovia a couple of days myself. Ive had no reason to venture out at
night, so I just heeded the locals warning and did not
think to question it.
Logan turned to Lyanna, attempting to catch her
attention before she left the table. Lyanna, we should
discuss whether or not you wish to accompany me to
Sturben when I leave in the morning.
I was certainly hoping youd allow me to tag
along, Lyanna replied. It sounds as though this Calligarde fellow you spoke of earlier might be my best way
to find a way home. Id be honored to travel with you if
youd have me. She paused for a moment before adding, Frankly, Ive got nowhere else to go.
Lyanna looked over to the bard. Perhaps Ryn
would be interested in joining us as well. This town
isnt exactly pulsing with excitement and if what you
told me about the gypsies is true, our travels could
make for a pretty good story. She smiled at Logan.
She might even make you a hero.
Having enjoyed her juice while the others spoke,
Ryn looked up. Oh, I would like that a great deal. I
know how to get through the choking fog that surrounds this land. Tomorrow I can take you to the Vistani and get the potions. She smiled, then whispered to
them both, It would be best not to mention you are
from somewhere else or the god you serve, Logan.
Were settled then, Lyanna proclaimed, slapping
her hand hard onto the table and smiling to her two new
companions. What fun we shall have. Lyanna looked
longingly into her empty glass, but refrained from getting another. Now that weve decided that much,
whats our plan for the morrow?
Logan said, I hope to leave early tomorrow
morning, at dawn perhaps. From what the gypsy said, I
have to be in Sturben by the new moon. I would like to
get there earlier in order to gather any information I can
on my brother priest. I have been able to gather little
information in regards to his whereabouts this last
month, and the journals last entry was dated August
26th. I fear that if I dont find his path soon I never will.
If this gypsy is wrong, all I have endured will have been
for naught.
If you ladies will please excuse me it is well past
time I paid homage to my god.

Logan picked up his helm and rose to leave the table. He turned one last time to his companions. We
will discuss tomorrows plans further at dinner, but
before you make your final decision to join me please
know one thing: No matter what happens in our quest, I
must find Calligarde, and I will stop at nothing in order
to do so.
Ryn nodded to Logan and looked at Lyanna. Do
you have anything you wish to do before dinner, Lyanna?
Lyanna noted the seriousness in Logan's voice and
looked hard into his eyes, taking on a serious tone herself for the moment. I understand the importance of
your mission, Logan, and please understand that I have
every intention of finding Calligarde as well. With
each word, she grew more and more tense. If what you
told me is true, he is probably the only slim hope I have
of finding my way back home. I have unfinished business there and will do whatever it takes to get back.
Whatever it takes.
The moment passed and Lyanna appeared to relax
again, turning to Ryn. No major plans, really I suppose I just need to get that room. Otherwise, my day is
free.
Ryn watched the others, taking another sip of her
juice. Her fingers were still plucking a soft background
melody. Who is this Calligarde and why are you both
searching for him, may I ask?
Logan stopped in his tracks, turned back to the table, and nodded. Its a long story. After dinner, perhaps, but now I must pay homage. Ill meet you both in
the dining hall an hour before dusk. With that, he
walked out of the tavern, through the entrance hall and
deeper into the building.
Logan walked through the entrance hall, continuing
down the hall deeper into the building. The large dining
hall was to his right, but Logan turned through the first
door on the left, entering the common bedroom. A
dozen fairly comfortable single bunks lined the walls of
this large room, surrounding the rooms large central
fireplace. Two more doors led to indoor privies. Logan
currently found himself alone in the room.
Logan stopped at the bunk hed slept in the night
before and began a ritual that had become as much a
part of his life as his daily prayer. One piece at a time,
Logan removed his armor, inspecting and cleaning the
steel plates and leather straps, looking for rust or damage that needed attention. As he finished one section of
his armor, he put it back on before proceeding to the
next. Logan ensured that he was never completely out
of his armor. Bad things always seemed to happen when
Logan removed his armor, he thought.
During the procedure, Logan stopped for a moment
only once, to contemplate his missing gauntlet.

Logan stopped in his tracks, turned back to the table, and nodded. Its a long story. After dinner, perhaps, but now I must pay homage. Ill meet you both in
the dining hall an hour before dusk. With that, he
walked out of the tavern, through the entrance hall and
deeper into the building.
Lyannas eyes followed Logan as he headed for the
exit, remaining on the door for a few moments after he
had gone. With a smile playing at the corners of her
lips, she turned back to Ryn. He certainly has a way
about him, wouldnt you say? I recall one other war
priest that I knew from back home and he was much the
same way. Always too busy paying homage to his god,
if you know what I mean.
Anyway, I hope Im not breaking any confidences
by telling you this, but if youre planning on joining us
on our journey, you should at least know the reasons for
our travels. Apparently this Calligarde fellow is another
priest of Logans order. Logan found a portion of the
man's journal some time ago, and in reading the journal,
there was some mention of Sigil and entering this realm
through a portal. Logan seems to think that this Calligarde may be able to aid me in getting back there. Lyanna paused a moment to take a deep breath. Thats
most of the story. What I know of it anyway. Perhaps
Logan will tell both of us more tonight at dinner.
As Lyanna reached down to the floor to collect her
pack, she looked back up to Ryn hopefully. If you
dont mind, lets just keep this between you and me
at least until he decides to tell you on his own. Logan
seems to be very close-lipped when it comes to providing information and Id hate for him to be angry
with me for telling you any of this.
Ryn nodded with a soft smile. Of course, my lips
are sealed. Then again, in what I do confidences are
things one must keep. So I shall see you both an hour
before dusk in front of this fine establishment?
Lyanna nodded. An hour before dusk Ill see
you then.
Lyanna slung her pack over her shoulder and
grabbed her staff as she stood up. With a final farewell
to Ryn, she walked to the bar to speak with the barkeep.
Leaning up against the bar, she said to the barkeep, A
room for the night, if you please. Digging into the
pouch at her belt, she drew out a fist full of silver coins
and dropped them on the bar. I trust this is enough.
The barkeep picked up one of the coins, eying its
Sigilian markings warily, then turned to the back wall
and placed it on a small scale opposite a small tiny
weight. They evened out, and he turned back, putting
the coin back on the bar. He looked satisfied.
You have horse? he asked, his accent thick and
guttural. Ryn shook her head no. He nodded. Common
room is six silvers for night. Dinner, breakfast. That
where you knight stay.

He paused for a moment, gesturing upstairs with

his eyes. Twelve silver for night, stay in company
room. Some more private. He nodded toward Ryn.
Minstrel stay there. He glanced down at the coins
again. Private rooms also, but expensive. Five gold for
night. Very nice, good food.
The prices struck Lyanna as expensive. The
common room should be fine, she said, pushing six
silver coins across to the barkeep and scraping the rest
back into her pouch. I may have a long trip ahead of
me. She looked back toward the door she entered earlier and points a thumb in that direction. This way to
the common room? The barkeep nodded and Lyanna
turned to leave.
Ryn stood quickly, slinging her lyre over a shoulder, and walked over to the tavern owner and Lyanna.
Sir, would it be possible to allow her to sleep in the
room you so graciously offered me? She smiled softly,
looking to Lyanna and then back to the keeper.
The barkeep shook his head. Must pay six more
for company room, he said in broken Vaasi. He
pointed at Ryn. You pay too if no caravan come. I no
need music for empty room.
I have only a handful of silver left, Lyanna said
to Ryn. I suppose I didnt exactly plan ahead for a long
journey. At these prices, I thought it best to conserve the
little I have. She turned briefly to the tavern owner.
No offense, sir. He shrugged.
Looking back to Ryn, she added, Its only for the
night, so I should be fine in the common room. I just
need some place to wash up a bit.
Ryn nodded, glancing at the barkeep. I think Ill
take a short walk myself before dinner; thats when I
need to earn my keep. She smiled at Lyanna and
walked out the front door.
The barkeep looked to Lyanna. Common room is
to left. Following his instructions, Lyanna soon entered the common bedroom. Logan was sitting on one
of the bunks. He had removed just a few pieces of armor from his arm and was busy polishing them. He
looked up as Lyanna enters.
Lyanna walked to a bunk near Logans, smiled to
him, and gave him a quick wave. He nodded and returned to his work. Once at the bunk, she dropped her
pack onto it and leaned her staff against the nearby
wall.
Lyanna looked around the room to determine if
there were any other occupied beds besides Logans and
hers. For the moment, she and Logan appeared to be the
only guests.
Logan, she asked, do you mind watching my
things while I go wash up? Ill only be a moment.
Looking in the direction of the privies, she added, Do
you know if this place has wash water?
Logan nodded yes with a grunt, still focused on his
armor. Lyanna thanked him and slipped inside one. The

privy did indeed have a washbowl and a few rags on a

sideboard. She washed the soot and grime from her
earlier travails from her body, hair and clothes as best
she could.
When Lyanna reemerged, her long, damp hair
flowing unbraided down her back, Logan was still busily inspecting and polishing his armor. Intriguingly, the
pieces of armor hed been working on were now reattached while he worked on new plates. He seemed to be
working on his armor piecemeal, rather than removing
and working on the entire suit.
Lyanna watched his progress intently. An odd way
to clean and polish your armor, Logan. I take it youve
learned the hard way to keep most of it on whenever
possible. Never know when you might be in danger,
right? A difficult way to live. She walked around to his
side of her bunk so she was directly across from him
and sat down. With a sly smile, she added, I hope you
don't sleep with all of that on
Logan looked up from his work. As I mentioned
before, this is a dangerous place. I have found that danger can arise here when you least expect it, and in forms
that at first seem innocent. Priests of my order are
rarely seen out of their armor. You will find that I'm
seen out of it more rarely then most.
Logan returned to his work but continued to speak.
Im curious what is it that you did prior to finding
yourself in this godforsaken place.
Lyanna paused a moment before answering. Well,
as I said this morning, I was born and raised in Sigil.
My father owned a tavern in the Hive Ward and my
mother was an accomplished adventurer throughout
Faern before coming to the Cage. She was a treasure
hunter and scout, but what she was most proud of was
her ability to conjure mystical energies and harness
their power. After meeting my father she settled down
and sold wine throughout the planes for a time, and I
even helped her some when I was old enough.
Lyanna interlocked her fingers and held her hands
still against her lap. Staring intently into them, she continued. She was the one who first taught me the joys of
magic. Her friend, Beranda, helped me harness that
power. She looked up to make eye contact with Logan,
her eyes starting to swell. Less than a week ago, a vicious werewolf thug named Dragos, who was my fathers strongest competitor, ambushed my parents with
several of his kind in tow. He murdered them and destroyed our tavern.
Tears began to flow and Lyanna struggled to fight
them back. When you met me this morning, I was
trying to escape Dragos henchmen. I snuck into his
tavern and let into him with everything I had. The irony
is, my mother would probably be really proud of me
using my stealth and magic like I did.
When she stopped talking, she began to sob quietly
to herself, turning slightly away from Logan so he

couldnt see her face. Im sorry for this, she said.

Im sure you were just trying to make conversation
and here I am falling apart on you.
It is I who should be sorry, Logan said. I did not
mean to upset you. It is just good to know what skills
ones companions possess when traveling in a place like
this.
Logan looked up from his work for a moment, a
slight and very rare smile touching his face. It has
been almost a month since I have had traveling companions. It is nice to talk to someone other than myself.
I have been thinking about our journey tomorrow, and I
believe that I have determined a route which will get us
to Sturben by the new moon.
Lyanna wiped the tears from her eyes with the back
of her hand. Ive been alone for most of the last week.
I think our meeting the way we did was fortuitous for
both of us. Leaning forward, she reaches out a hand
and rests it gently on Logans knee. Thank you for
allowing me to come with you.
After a moment, Lyanna slid back onto her bunk,
pulling her legs up onto it to face Logan cross-legged.
So, tell me, she said. How do we get to Sturben?
And keep in mind that I only have a few silvers to my
name.
Logan continued to work and said, Maybe we
should wait to discuss our travel plans at dinner when
Ryn is present. It seems that she has done some traveling in this region and she may have some good thoughts
on our intended route. I have traveled very little in this
region and though my route looks good on a map, I am
unsure of the terrain, and hazards of this region.
Logan looked up from his work at Lyanna. You
are quite right in our meeting being fortuitous; perhaps
with some luck and with the help of Tempus we will be
able to find our way home. Logan again cracked a
slight smile. Now if you will excuse me I should spend
some time in prayer to ensure that we are properly prepared for tomorrows journey.
Lyanna acquiesced. All right, she says. At any
rate, I could use some rest. Turning her back to Logan,
she curled up atop her bunk. She cradled her pack as
she slept, her staff lying flat on the floor within arms
reach.
By the time Logan finished inspecting his armor,
half the afternoon was gone. He spent the remaining
time before dinner in deep meditation and prayer, calling on Tempus to lend him guidance and strength in his
quest.
With about an hour left before sunset, Logan rose
from his bunk. For the last hour, the sounds of conversation and music had been steadily rising from the dining room across the hall. Logan stepped over to Lyannas bunk and gently jostled her shoulder to wake her.
Somewhat bleary-eyed, Lyanna gathered up her
gear and followed Logan into the dining room. Long

wooden tables had been laid out with benches and

chairs to seat diners, and a wide picture window in the
northwestern wall offered a view of the Balinoks rising
above the neighboring rooftops, now draped in shadow.
A large central fireplace provided comforting warmth
and light. Compared to the tavern this afternoon, the
dining room was fairly crowded, with at least a score of
patrons seated in clusters around the room. Neither
Logan nor Lyanna could understand a word of the locals conversations. A few of the locals tossed suspicious glances in Logan and Lyannas direction, but they
quickly returned to their conversations. Ryn was seated
on a stool at the northern end of the room, performing
on her lute, a collection bowl at her feet. She gave the
pair a friendly nod as they entered.
Logan and Lyanna took seats at one of the long tables, and a serving maid soon served their dinner
bits of fire-roasted bacon, onion and beef, seasoned
with red pepper and skewered on sticks.
The dinner hour passed quickly. As the sun set, the
room hastily began to clear. With only a few minutes
were left before sunset, Logan, Lyanna and Ryn were
the only patrons remaining. The innkeeper stepped into
the room briefly and, in his halting Vaasi, informed the
threesome that they were the inns only patrons that
night. He would see to it that a meal was served for
Ryn, but he would be occupied for an hour or so. If
anyone needed anything, they were to ask his assistant
in the tavern. Lastly, he warned Lyanna that if she left
the inn tonight, she would not be re-admitted until
dawn. Ryn and Logan had already heard the speech.
With that, the innkeeper hustled back out into the hall.
As the innkeeper left, Ryn scooped out the coins
shed collected tonight. Logan motioned her over to the
table. She walked over and sat down to join Logan and
Lyanna, offering her greetings.
Logan leaned close and spoke in a hushed tone.
Ryn; Lyanna and I are staying in the common room. If
you are not, I would suggest you join us, seeing that we
are the only patrons of the inn this eve. Im not sure
why, but the innkeeper has given me a very wary feeling. It would be safer if we were all to stay together.
I appreciate your concern, Ryn replied, but Im
fine. Im safer in my room anyway, and Id hate to give
Bray the impression that I dont trust him.
Logan continued with a shrug. That being said,
here is the route I propose for our journey to Sturben. If
we keep to the Old Svalich Road, we should be able to
reach Vallaki on foot in about three days. From Vallaki,
our next stop is Krezk; its a longer distance but the
terrain is less mountainous.
Logan paused. Actually, Ryn, he added, I suppose I must not be telling you anything you dont know
better than I do. With that, he turned slightly to focus
on Lyanna. Anyway, itll take about three or four days
for us to reach Krezk from Vallaki, but if Ive figured

correctly, we should arrive there early enough in the

day to plow on through to Levkarest in Borca. From
Levkarest its only about a days travel to Sturben. If we
leave right away, we should be able to reach Sturben
just in time for the new moon.
Logan turned back to Ryn. Ryn, you must have
traveled this route before to reach here from Kartakass.
This route might look good on a map, but Im not sure
of the terrain and would welcome your thoughts.
Nodding to Logan, Ryn tucked away the palmful of
copper coins she had earned, resting her lyre in her lap.
Folding her hands upon the table, she looked to Logan
and Lyanna. First we must find the gypsies to gain the
antidote or we wont make it through the mists.
Logan nodded. That wont be a problem. I visited
their camp this morning.
Ryn continued with a nod. Secondly, your plan
seems to entail sleeping outside most nights along the
road. It is commonly known that the night belongs to
evil creatures. Pausing a moment to steeple her fingers, Ryn peered at her companions. Those who could
intrude upon our camp vary from the large wolves and
bats to the more unnatural, such as undead. She
shivered slightly at that mention, giving the picture
window an anxious glance. A soft sigh escaped her lips
with a slight shrug of one shoulder. Though I suppose
you have no other plan than that to take.
A stocky villager wearing a white apron walked
into the room, bearing a steaming platter. He silently
placed the skewered dinner on the table before Ryn and
walked back out.
Lyanna had been listening intently. She spoke up
while Ryn examined her dinner. Whatever you feel is
best, Logan. Without knowing anything about where we
are or where were going, the route you have chosen
appears to be sound. Im not anxious to confront this
evil that Ryn speaks of in the night, but if camping out
under the stars is the only way to reach Sturben by the
new moon, it appears we have little choice.
Logan looked at the two women. I am aware of
the danger involved in leaving now rather than waiting
for a caravan, but as you both said there is no other way
if were to reach Sturben by the new moon. I have faced
the evil which dwells in this land, and each time Tempus has seen fit to guide my sword and see me through.
Trust in this: I will protect your lives as if they were my
own! Logan focused his gaze on Lyanna. And with
Tempus to guide us we will find Calligarde, and our
way home.
Lyanna grinned at Logan. I can finally begin to
understand the enthusiasm my mother had when she
told me stories of her adventuring days. My heart is
pounding with anticipation. Leaning back in her chair,
she took both of them in. So, what is our plan then?
Do we leave at first light? And what preparations must
we make before heading out in the morning?

Tearing her food off the sticks and eating it in small

bites, Ryn listened to the conversation. While I admire
your zeal, would it perhaps be possible when we leave
tomorrow to see if any others are heading that same
way? Perhaps not a caravan, but smaller groups who
might join with us.
Logan nodded. That is an excellent idea. I would
like to leave as early as possible, but it would not hurt
to find out if any others are traveling in our direction.
Though I long for a good fight, we have less chance of
being taken by surprise if were part of a larger group.
As far as supplies we will need at least three days trail
rations; we can pick up more once we reach Vallaki.
Other than that we will only need the standard traveling
gear. I would like to travel as light as possible. Logan
looked at Lyanna. Do you have all you need to
travel?
Im afraid not, Lyanna muttered. I didnt exactly plan for a long trip. I have some of my usual traveling gear, but I dont have any equipment for sleeping
or cooking in the wilderness or any food for that
matter. I suppose Im really just a city girl whos not
used to traveling the countryside. She frowns for a
moment and pulls out her belt pouch. Opening it, she
dumps a dozen silver coins onto the table. Is there
someplace I could purchase some supplies in the
morning? I dont have much, but I'll spend whatever I
need so that I don't slow us down.
Well find a place to purchase your traveling supplies at fist light, Logan replied. Well wake the shop
keeper if we must. Anything that you cant afford I will
purchase for you. Logan turned to Ryn. Though I
think increasing our party size is a good idea, time is of
the essence; I must reach Sturben by the new moon. If
we do not reach Sturben by the new moon I will miss
my first real chance at finding Calligarde. This cannot
happen. If possible tonight, talk to the people you know
here at the inn, and see if they know anyone who may
be traveling in our direction. If they know of anyone
you can contact them at first light to see if they wish to
join us. We must leave as soon as our supplies are in
order; I cannot chance any further delay. I must find
Calligarde. Logans hand unconsciously goes to his
heart, touching the journal tucked under his armor. "I
must!" he repeated, in a slightly quieter voice.
Ryn picked at her food, taking the bits off the sticks
and munching in small bites. Swallowing, she spoke.
Well, if you have the coin for it the Vistani are
renowned for knowing the ways through the Mist. One
most likely could get us to Sturben in a few hours.
Youve spoken to them, so you already know how
fickle they are, but like most people coin goes a long
way. Also, the general store across the street has everything you would need, though they are a bit expensive. If you could help me carry my supplies Id be
grateful. She took a sip of the redberry and smiled,

resting her chin in the palm of one hand. Most of her

food remained, but it seemed she was done.
Logan looked around the room, peering this way
and that. Where did that server get to? he murmured.
He turned his attention back to Ryn. We must visit the
Vistani camp in the morning to purchase the antidote.
While there I will inquire about a faster route to Sturben, if one exists, and if I have the gold, we will attempt that route. Either way me must leave at first
light.
Well, Lyanna said, gathering her coins and sliding them back into her pouch, it seems as though we
are as ready as we can be. Ill try to buy some trail rations in the morning and Ill be ready to go. Cinching
her pouch and returning it to her belt, she pushed back
on her chair and began to stand. Is there anything else
we need to discuss before morning? If not, I need to get
my rest and prepare for our journey.
Logan rose to his feet as well. I agree; we should
all get some rest. We may have a long journey ahead of
us, and this may be the last time we sleep in real beds
for a while. Lyanna, Ill accompany you when you go
to get supplies. There are some things I also need to
purchase. Logan paused to nod to each woman. Good
night. He turned and headed into the tavern, seeking a
cup of ale before he turned in.
Offering a resigned sigh, Ryn looked around the
quiet dining hall. Theres no night life in this town;
might as well get some sleep. She stood with a nod
and a smile to Lyanna and Logan. Sleep well. Then
she departed, walking up the stairs.
Lyanna said her goodbyes to the others as they
walked out and returned to the common room. As before, she curled up on her bunk with her pack drawn
close and went to sleep.
Ryn slipped into her room. It was a company room,
furnished with five sets of bunk beds and a meager
sampling of moderately comfortable furniture. For the
few nights Ryn had stayed here, however, the room had
been all hers. As always, she was sure to lock the door
from the inside before she retired for the night. Once
alone, she gently settled her lyre on the top bunk and
blew out the lantern gently illuminating the room. She
pared down to her chemise and crawled into bed. Not
yet terribly tired, she gazed out the window from her
bunk, watching the sky outside darken from violet to
deep blue to black. Just as she drifted off to sleep, a
swarm of bats fluttered across the stars.

September 27, 737.

yanna was surrounded by smoke. It filled her

lungs, choking her. She struggled to escape the
colorless fumes, but she couldnt find a way out
the world seemed to hold nothing but this terrible
white smoke. Yet, despite this, she knew she is not

alone. Then she saw the figure; a man standing in the

haze, his details obscured by the vapors. Suddenly he
started to approach, the mists parting to reveal his identity.
It was Dragos, just as Lyanna remembered him, his
eyes glinting black, his hair and skin red as burgundy.
His pearly white teeth stood out starkly, long and sharp.
Longer and sharper with every step he took. Lyanna
tried to react, but her limbs flowed like molasses.
By the time Dragos reached her, his ruddy face had
twisted into a bestial mask. His hand reached out its
fingers sprouting curling black talons and clamped
down on her shoulder
Lyanna woke with a start. It took her a few moments to get her bearings. She was still curled atop her
bunk. The common room and the sky outside its windows were still dark. The fire in the central hearth had
died down to embers. Dimly illuminated by that ruddy
glow, Logan was leaning over her, still sealed in his
heavy armor, his hand on her shoulder. He withdrew his
hand and took a step back.
Lyanna propped herself up on an elbow. Its still
dark, she mumbled.
Yesterday was the autumn equinox, I believe,
Logan said quietly. The nights just get longer from
here. I want to be ready to leave at daybreak. He sat
down on his bunk. I shall pray to my god for guidance
until dawn. I imagined you would also want time to
prepare.
Lyanna rose to her feet, nodding. She excused herself to a privy, washing up as best she could. Feeling a
bit refreshed, she stepped back out into the common
room, stoked the fire to shed more light, and sat down
nearby. She produced a heavy tome from her satchel
and started to read.

The room was still dark when Ryn woke. The fire
in the hearth had died down to embers, and Ryn could
feel the chill in the air on her cheeks. Ryn realized that
with her early night, and with yesterday having been the
autumn equinox, dawn might not be due for quite some
time.
Sitting up in her bunk, Ryn decided to have a
proper bath drawn, since she would be on the road a
while. She threw on some clothes and lit the rooms
lantern. Unlocking the door, she took the lantern with
her out into the hall, winding through the hallways and
down the western staircase. As she passed the common
rooms doors, she saw Logan sitting on a bunk, still in
his armor, with his eyes closed. Ryn kept going, the
aroma of baking bread leading her to the kitchens
swinging door. Light bled out from the crack under the
door, and she could hear someone moving around inside.

She listened at the door a moment, hearing only the

creaking of floorboards and the clatter of an occasional
pan nothing too loud or suspicious. She gently
tapped on the door. Footsteps approached on the other
side, and Bray cautiously poked his head out. He had a
little bit of flour on his shirt. He offered a nod of recognition.
Up early, no? he asked in Balok, his Barovian
accent thick.
Aye, she replied, in his language. I was wondering, as I am leaving this day, if I could have a bath
drawn? Ryn offered him her winning smile.
Bray nodded again, more warmly. Yes, very good.
Im also a night owl, you could say as you can
see. I must put all of the bread in the oven, but then I
can heat up some water. Yes? Ill take it to one of the
upstairs bathrooms. I will knock on your door when its
ready, all right?
Ryn smiled again. I shall miss you most of all,
Bray that would be wonderful, thank you.
He nodded once more, smiling. Most kind, milady. Im sorry we dont have more of an audience for
you here. If you must go, be wary in your travels. May
every night find you warm in your nest.
She nodded. As it may find you, Bray.
One more nod and Brays head drew back out of
view. Ryn smiled to herself and slipped back up to her
room. Logan was still on his bunk as she passed again.
About half an hour later, Ryn heard three quick
raps at her door. The sky was still dark out. In the
nearer privy, Ryn found a copper tub full of warm water. The room was fragrant with crushed herbs, and a
few crinkly petals of something were floating in the
bathwater.
Closing and of course bolting the door behind her,
Ryn set the lantern on the floor and slipped out of her
clothing. She took a closer look at the floating petals.
Though she was no expert on herbs, Ryn guessed that
they were probably harmless bits of garlic. She proceeded to get in the tub and enjoy a long soak.
By the time Ryn returned to her room to fully dress
and pack up, the sky had finally started to brighten. She
guessed that she had perhaps half an hour left till dawn.
Bogged down with her gear, she went back downstairs
to seek out Bray again. When she passed the common
room this time, Logan had risen from his bunk. A massive sword was slung over his shoulder in a scabbard,
and he was pulling on a backpack over that. Lyanna had
emerged from wherever shed been hidden, and was
sitting near the central fireplace, its embers glowing
more brightly now. Her attention was on the thick book
in her lap, but she glanced up as Ryn passed.
When Ryn knocked on the kitchen door this time,
Brays assistant responded. The man looked like he had
just crawled out of bed. Without asking what Ryn

wanted, he said, We dont unbar the door until cocks

crow.
I just wished to thank Bray for the bath, Ryn replied, staying in Balok.
Bray is busy at the moment. I will tell him for
you. He disappeared back into the kitchen.

When Logan saw the sky beginning to lighten he
nudged Lyanna. We should get our things together.
Lyanna looked up from the book in her lap. This
is all I have, she replied, before dropping her gaze
back to the tome.
Logan then started to get his gear packed away.
Once he finished packing, Logan strapped his claymore
to his back, with the hilt sticking out over his shoulder.
As he shrugged into his pack, slipping it on over
the blades scabbard, Ryn came downstairs and passed
the common room again; the bard was now covered in a
dark traveling cloak and obviously burdened by her
gear. Again, Ryn glanced into the room without stopping.
After Ryn had passed, Logan nudged Lyanna again
and nodded toward the door. Lyanna placed the book
back in her satchel and gathered up her cloak and staff.
As they made their way out of the common room,
Logan threw on a great black traveling cloak bearing
the fiery symbol of Tempus over his heart.
They encountered Ryn in the entrance hall as she
turned away from the swinging kitchen door. She had
added bulky chain mail, dark gloves, and a dark purple
cloak over the colorful outfit shed performed in the
day before. Ryn had her lyre, a bulging backpack, a
composite short bow and a quiver slung over her back,
and a rapier and dagger hanging from her belt. Her
long, golden hair was draped wetly over one shoulder.
Using her quarterstaff as a walking stick, Lyanna
followed behind Logan and greeted Ryn with a brief
wave. Her long, dark hair was once again braided as
when she first met Logan and Ryn, hanging down to the
small of her back through an opening in her cloaks
hood at the nape of her neck. When they reached Ryn,
Lyanna readjusted the satchel draped over her shoulder,
trying to find a comfortable position for the journey.
Ryn smiled pleasantly as they approached. Ready
to go?
After a quick stop at the general store we will be,
Logan replied. It wont take us long to reach the Vistani camp. Im hoping that they know of a quicker
route, but if they don't then we can finally get under
way.
A few moments later, the muted sound of a
roosters crowing reached their ears. Behind them, the
kitchen door swung open and the innkeepers assistant
ambled out, looking a bit disheveled. He peered at the

trio through narrowed eyes as he slipped past them to

the front door.
Reaching the door, he lifted a heavy plank from its
braces and set it in the corner.
De vreme a pleca, de vreme a se intoarce? he
idly asked in his guttural tongue, as he slipped past
them once more to return to the kitchen.
Lyanna watched the man leave, turning back to the
others after he was gone. What an interesting language
the natives speak here. I hope I get an opportunity to
learn it before all is said and done. Id hate to leave this
land without picking up a language or two before I go.
Ryn smiled at Lyanna. He asked, Early to go out,
early to go home?
Lyanna nodded, then smiled briefly to Logan. She
added, I suppose I should concern myself with finding
this Calligarde before thinking about going home.
Logan moved to the front door, opening it for his
companions. Looking through the door and across the
village square to the general store, Lyanna adjusted her
pack again. Shall we get our supplies? Im anxious to
get on the road.
Ryn looked at them, I will join you there. I just
wish to see Bray before I go; hes been kind to me.
Still holding the door open, Logan had been looking out across the square. He turned back to look at
Ryn. Bray? he asked, his heavy brow low.
The innkeeper.
Ah. Lyanna passed him on her way out the door,
and Logan turned to face outside again. Dont take too
long. Well be in that shop across the way. Logan
stepped outside into dawns first light, letting the door
swing shut behind him.
Ryn turned back to the kitchen and knocked on the
door. Again she heard the shuffling of feet and the assistant poked his head out the door.
Not leaving yet? You want breakfast, yes? I will
serve it very soon.
Actually yes, we are leaving, I just wished to say
farewell and thank you. Ryn smiled pleasantly at the
assistant, having never learned his name. I hope to
come back sometime.
The assistant peered at Ryn strangely; she guessed
that her comment struck him as odd. All right he
said, slowly, obviously looking for something to say.
But not too soon. Come back in the summer, when the
nights are not so long.
I will do just that. Bowing her head, she turned
and walked out through the doorway, heading across
the street to join Lyanna and Logan.

As they walked across the square to the store, Lyanna said to Logan, Im afraid I may need help picking
out what to buy. A bedroll and some food at the very
least, but Im not too sure beyond that. As they neared

the door to the store, she asked, Do you think the coin
I have will be enough to pay for what I need?
Lets see what the shop keeper has before we
worry about what we need, and dont worry about the
coin what yours do not cover mine will. It is rare in
this land, with all of its dangers, for a debt to remain
unpaid for long.
By the time Logan finished his reply, he and Lyanna had reached the storefront. The morning was quiet
and chill, but a few folk started to emerge from their
homes, pushing open the heavy shutters on high windows.
The shop had large windows facing the square, but
heavy curtains hid the interior. A sign hung over the
door with what was presumably the stores name written in the Balok script. Although the door was locked
when Logan tried it, he and Lyanna heard the turning of
a key soon after. The door opened on a second try,
ringing a small bell.
The shops front room was about forty feet square
and fairly cluttered with dry goods, with more items
sitting on shelves or hanging on the walls. A few lanterns hanging from the ceiling illuminated the shop.
As Logan and Lyanna entered, a stocky man, perhaps fifty, was sliding back behind the counter. He had
a drooping, graying mustache and was well dressed, his
wool-lined vest intricately embroidered. He sat down
on a stool behind the counter, silently watching the pair.
Lyanna paced the aisles, searching for supplies for
the road. A bedroll and trail rations were of the utmost
importance, and she quickly found what she sought. As
she shopped for essentials, she also scanned the shelves
and walls for anything else that might be useful for the
journey, using her keen eye to separate the quality
goods from the junk. The shop was moderately well
stocked and seemed to cater to travelers as much as to
the local villagers needs. A few simple weapons even
hung on the walls.
Logan strolled through as well, picking up three
days worth of hardtack and some supplies he could use
to oil his armor while on the road.
The stout man behind the counter spoke up. Daca
tu trebui ceva tu a face nu a zari, a poveste ma si eu a sti
incerca cat porunca el ca tu. Daca niste mai mult caravanserai a veni la sfarsit acesta an, fara indoiala.
Lyanna smiled back gamely, having not understood
a word. Just as the shopkeeper finished whatever it is he
had to say, the little bell above the front door rang
again. Lyanna and Logan turned to see Ryn enter. Lyanna waved her over.
When the bard reached her, Lyanna leaned close to
Ryns ear and whispered, Could you translate for me
please? I havent the slightest idea of what this gentleman is saying.

Ryn crinkled her brow. Hrmm. She straightened

and turned to the shopkeeper. They only speak Vaasi,
she said.
Ah. They might have said something, replied the
shopkeeper, his accent thick but his Vaasi good. I told
them that if they he frowned and shifted his attention back to Lyanna and Logan. I said that if you need
anything you do not see, tell me and I will try to order it
for you if we see any more caravans this year, of
course.
Logan stepped up next to Ryn. How well do you
speak the native tongue? he asked. I have been able
to pick up a little of their dialect, but would appreciate
your help in learning the rest if you are fluent.
That I am, Ryn answered. It may take quite
some time for me to teach you Balok, but Id be happy
to teach you a few helpful phrases.
Logan nodded. Something for the road, perhaps.
He started taking his goods to the counter. As he passed
Lyanna, he said, Come along; Ill pay for your supplies.
Logan and Lyanna laid their supplies on the
counter before the shopkeeper: six days of trail rations,
an armor kit, and a bedroll. The shopkeeper quickly ran
some numbers over his fingers and told them the price.
That will be thirty-two wolf-fangs.
Wolf-fangs you mean gold? Logan asked, incredulous.
The shopkeeper frowned. Yes. Gold. Thirty-two
gold coins.
Thats outrageous! Logan exclaimed. Thats ten
times what this is worth!
Ryn stepped up to the counter and looked the
shopkeeper in the eye. Bildrath, I presume. How about
giving my friends the local price, if you would be so
kind?
The shopkeeper Bildrath peered back at her
through narrowed eyes. That is the local price.
Logan put a hand on the counter, obviously irate.
Ill pay sixteen.
Bildrath turned back to him. If you want it badly
enough, youll pay my price, he said, because you
wont be taking your business elsewhere.
This is extortion. Im not paying. Logan leaned
in closer.
A look of concern flashed through Bildraths face.
He leaned back on his stool and sharply called out,
Parri!
A moment later, a huge man drew aside the curtain
in the doorway behind the counter and stepped out into
the room. He stood well over six feet and wore only
breeches and a lambskin vest. His arms and torso were
covered with rippling muscles. The mans head was
shaved bare on the back and sides, and the hair atop his
pate was mussed and short. Oddly, he had one brown

eye and one blue, and he stared at the trio with a

slightly quizzical look.
Da, unchiu?15 the new man asked.
Bildrath gave the man a sideways glance and murmured, Tocmai a veghea si lor.16
The towering man crossed his arms but made no
further move. His quizzical expression did not change.
Lyanna and Ryn heard Logan growl under his
breath. All right, he said, his voice full of disgust,
Ill pay. He fingered through his coin pouch and
slapped a handful of coins mostly gold, but some
silver down on the counter. He grabbed his merchandise and stormed out of the store.
Ryn captured Bildrath with her violet eyes.
Speaking in his native tongue, she said, Bildrath, el
voie a fi o triste, triste zile ca tu cand altul a misca pe a
incenta balciu plata.17 At this Bildraths frown deepened and he let out a curt, cynical chuckle. Vostru
nepot nu a putea a face pe fanfaronul popor la a veni
aici.18 She glanced up at the larger man and shook her
head. Eu a compatimi tu a exista obicanui pe cutare o
calea putin mai mult decat o mormai aparare
gratar.19
The hulking mans quizzical expression merely
deepened; Ryn was not at all certain that he understood
her.
Ryn nodded to Lyanna and walked out after Logan.
Lyanna merely peered at the shopkeeper and followed
the others out into the street without saying a word.
Outside the women found Logan on one knee,
kneeling over his backpack. He was angrily muttering
to himself as he stuffed his rations into his bag. They
caught hes lucky Im here with before he noted
their approach and muted himself.
Logan strapped his pack shut and stood, sliding the
pack over his shoulders with some effort his heavy
armor rendered him less than flexible. Still glowering,
he strode off. His companions followed.

The three travelers each walked at different rates.
Lyanna quickly found her strides outpacing Logans
clanking steps, and even he moved faster than Ryn, who
lumbered along under her heavy gear. The faster paced
their gait for the slower, and they took the Old Svalich
Road west, back the way they had all first come. They
crossed the familiar border of tilled land surrounding
the village, the crops already harvested, and the mossy
15

Yes, uncle?
Just keep watch on them.
17
Bildrath, it will be a sad, sad day for you when another
moves in giving fair prices.
18
Your nephew cannot bully people into coming here.
19
I pity you being used in such a way little more than a
growling guard dog.
16

stone bridge that spanned the Ivlis River, morning mist

still hovering over its cold waters. Beyond the bridge,
the cobblestones were replaced by a dirt road that led
into the dark Svalich Woods. The rosy sun was peeking
out from the valleys lower peaks to the east, but much
of the towering mountains remained cloaked in shadow.
High above, and tiny from this distance, the white
towers of Castle Ravenloft glinted brightly in the
dawns rays.
After the Old Svalich Road wound its way through
the woods for a few thousand feet, a smaller path broke
off, leading north. Logan turned onto the path, which
obviously saw less use than the road, slowly degenerating into a pair of wagon ruts as it twisted and turned
through the foothills. As the trio continued to walk, the
path led them into a narrow cleft in the mountainside.
Sheer cliffs reached up a thousand feet above the
stunted trees.
After about a thousand feet, the path, now barely a
trail, broke from the tree line to reveal a large, dark
pool, where the white waters of the Tser Falls gathered
before continuing on their course. A large campsite was
visible a few hundred feet further down the shoreline.
Wisps of smoke from a few cooking fires rose up from
among the ornately carved and brightly colored enclosed wagons of the gypsies.
A few of the gypsies were visible, going about their
business. Some were dressed in flamboyant and
revealing fashions, while others seemed much more
subdued, but all shared the dark hair and dusky complexions of their people.
As the travelers approached, one such gypsy, a man
with a thick neck and a fur cap, took note of them and
stepped into their path. He glanced at each of them in
turn, remaining silent, his expression neutral.
Logan met the gypsys stare. We would like to
speak with Madame Eva; is she still in the camp?
The gypsy narrowed his eyes. No. His voice carried a deep, exotic accent, unlike that of the Barovians.
What do you want here, giorgio?
We need the potion which will allow us to pass
through the mist. Also, Madame Eva told me that I must
reach Sturben by the new moon. I was told that your
people are knowledgeable in the ways of traveling the
mist, and would like to know if there is a way of reach
Sturben quickly through the mists.
The gypsy held up an open palm, his fingers spread
wide. Five gold each to pass through the choking fog.
He let his hand drop; his eyes played over the groups
heavy packs. The elixir does not last long; we will
prepare it now if you are ready to leave. He paused
again, his eyes lingering on Logans elaborate armor
and the silver tips on Lyannas staff. I can take you to
Sturben, giorgio. It will take very little time. That will
cost you ten gold each. And I will not take you until
tomorrow.

Ryn and Lyanna looked to Logan to gauge his reaction. Lyanna was not accustomed to going into debt
or relying so heavily on another, but she understood the
importance of arriving in Sturben before the new moon.
Still, part of her longed for the adventure of the open
road, and she would not have been disappointed if
Logan refused to pay.
Logan replied, I will pay you in full for the elixir
now. As far as you guiding us to Sturben, I will give
you twenty gold now and twenty more when we arrive
in Sturben if we can leave today.
The gypsy frowned and shook his head slowly.
That cannot be done. If you wish to leave Barovia, it
must be tomorrow. No earlier. What is a day,
giorgio?20
Ryn nudged Logan gently, attempting to lead him
away to speak while turning a kind smile to the gypsy.
When shed drawn Logan a few paces away, she
whispered, Logan, a day is just a day besides, getting there so much sooner will be best, no? She
glanced up at the pale, gibbous moon still hanging high
in the sky above. And we have more than a week left
till the new moon.
Logan spoke quietly so only Ryn could hear. I
agree that a day is only a day, but can I count on this
Vistana to keep his word? My short stay in this realm
has made me suspicious of everything. Often here
things are not what they seem. I would hate to lose
good travel time if this was a farce or some type of trap.
Youre from this land; can we trust these Vistani to keep
their word?
Ryn rose on her tiptoes to whisper back in Logans
ear. Logan, they can get us through the Mist safe and
whole in a day that is truth. If we are respectful to
them and have the coin, I see no reason why they would
not keep their word, do you?
Logan responded quietly. I guess youre right. The
Vistani have been true to me so far; I guess we can trust
them.

While Ryn had Logan aside, Lyanna smiled to the
gypsy to draw his attention to her. Pardons, sir. Im not
familiar with this mist travel you speak of. Perhaps you
could allay my fears by explaining to me how it
works.
The Vistana pursed his lips and peered at her
through narrowed eyes. Eventually he spoke. This is
the Land of Mists. They surround you, giorgio, even
now, even when you cannot see them. You are nothing
to them, giorgio, nothing. They would lead you astray
forever. But to a Vistani, he placed a hand on his
20

For the record, the reason for the overnight delay is simple:
The Vistani need to run it by Strahd first.

chest, emphasizing the word with fierce pride they

listen closely.
Lyanna nodded slowly. I think I understand. After pausing a moment, she added, Then we shall put
ourselves in your capable hands.
The Vistana simply turned his gaze back to Logan.
Lyanna turned to look as well, and saw Ryn dropping
back down from whispering something in Logans ear.
Logan stepped back to the Vistana and said, Very
well. I would like your help in finding our way to Sturben; tomorrow will suffice. Ill pay you half now, half
when we reach Sturben.
The Vistana accepted with a nod.
Logan continued. Should we return to the village
and meet with you in the morning, or can arrangements
be made for us to stay in your camp till the morrow?
The Vistana chortled, apparently greatly amused.
He waved Logan away. Go back to your village, giorgio. This place is not for you.
Logan reached into his belt pouch to pay the first
half of the sum, producing a single gem. The Vistana
frowned, squinting at the jewel.
That is worth twice the agreed price, giorgio, not
half, said the Vistana. I will take your gem if there is
more you wish to buy, but I am not some giorgio moneylender.
Logan returned the jewel to his pouch, frowning.
Ill sell it in town and return with coins.
The Vistana shrugged and turned away, already
disinterested.
Logan, Lyanna and Ryn hiked back to the Village
of Barovia. The sun had been up for little more than an
hour by the time they returned to the breakfasts their
rooms at the Blood o the Vine had bought them.
Bray was once again present when they returned.
Indeed, he expressed mild surprise at seeing them return at all.
Refused by Vistani, no? he asked in his halting
Vaasi while serving them a loaf of bread. His voice
carried a distinct note of concern.
No, Logan replied, still cursing Bildrath under
his breath.
The innkeepers face relaxed. Caught helpless by
captive tax, then, no?
You could say that. Well be staying one more
night. Logan turned to meet Brays gaze. He produced
the gem from his pouch. I can only pay with this.
Bray took the gem and examined it closely, walking it over to the picture window to see it in the light.
He returned to their table soon after.
I accept. You prefer coins now or come morning?
Ill take it in the morning.
Very well.
The rest of the day passed slowly but without incident. Ryn performed in the dining hall once again, but
Logan and Lyanna kept to themselves, barely speaking

to each other. The minds of all three had already traveled far away from the Svalich Pass.

September 28, 737.

awn had barely returned when Logan, Lyanna and

Ryn were out the door once more.
They hiked out to the Tser camp and found the Vistana
in the fur cap again. Logan paid for the elixir, which the
Vistana promptly produced but would not let them carry
or drink. Instead, he insisted on walking with them out
to the choking fog itself.
Drink this elixir too soon, warned the Vistana,
and it will wear off long before you reach the fog.
From the camp, the group returned to the Old
Svalich Road and turned west. The Old Svalich Road
twisted and turned, rapidly rising a thousand feet in
elevation over the course of about a mile a strenuous
walk, slowed by Logan and Ryns encumbered steps.
For his part, the Vistana showed no taste for small talk.
After walking another half-mile or so, the road
evened out, alternately surrounded by jagged peaks or
following the edges of crumbling cliffs that looked out
over the Svalich Pass far below. The Village of Barovia
looked small and huddled from here, surrounded on all
sides by a bowl of dark evergreen forest. The mountains
rose up on all sides as if the earth itself was slowly
crushing the village in its grasp.
As the deeply rutted road rounded a bend, Castle
Ravenloft came into clear view, seated upon its thousand-foot spire of rock. Although obviously in disrepair
and overgrown with ivy, its white walls and towers still
stood out sharply against the dark mountain stone it
perched upon.
Just as the castle came into view, a deep and steady
rumbling sound could be heard, like a continuous
drumming of thunder. The rumbling grew louder as the
road continued, reaching its peak as a massive stone
bridge came into view, spanning a vast cleft in the
mountainside. Several hundred feet to the west, the Tser
Falls plunged down a cliff, pooling a thousand feet below and flowing far beneath the bridge. The Vistani
camp must be somewhere far below, hidden by the
trees. Although the bridge was ancient, it appeared to be
as solid as the mountain it joined, and the Vistana
crossed it without hesitation. Ryn and Logan had also
crossed it before, easing Lyannas concerns. Although
the bridge was safe, the whistling downdraft remained
quite disconcerting.
On the far side of the bridge, the Old Svalich Road
continued to wind through the mountainous forests.
During the next half-mile of the walk, the forests
colors gradually dissipated into a steadily thickening
haze. Although one might easily believe that the group
had merely hiked up into the cloud line, they knew they
were nearing the choking fog that never lifts.

The fog grew thick, amplifying and distorting the

sounds of animals crunching through the underbrush to
either side of the road, creating the uncomfortable sense
that the group was being stalked by unseen forces.
Somewhere a bird was squawking unpleasantly.
Eventually the group reached a fork in the road. To
their right, a narrower road split off, quickly disappearing into the woods. By its direction, that road likely
led to the castle. The main road, meanwhile, was
blocked by an ancient and pitted gateway, closed gates
of iron bars sitting under a stone archway constructed
from the mountain itself.
An imposing iron statue stood to either side of the
gates, each twenty feet tall and badly corroded. Although the statues faced away from the travelers, they
could see that the statues had been forged in the form of
hulking warriors hidden beneath heavy plate armor.
Each bore a shield and a massive warhammer.
The gates were closed, but the Vistana walked up
to them without pause, sparing both iron warriors a
glance. As he neared, the gates slowly swung open, as if
of their own accord, squealing nosily on rusting hinges.
Beyond the stone arch, the road quickly vanished into a
vaporous white void.
The Vistana stopped beneath the stone arch and
produced a glass bottle from his pouch. He turned, eying the giorgio until they approached. He took a swig
from the bottle, then handed it around to each traveler
in turn. Once everyone drank, he placed the bottle back
in his pouch and continued down the road.
Do not stray from me, he said, his exotic voice
grave. His eyes flicked to Lyanna. Should you see
movement in the corner of your eye, do not look.
Should you hear a voice that beckons to you, do not
answer. He turned away and walked into the fog. The
others hustled to keep up.
Although Logan and Ryn remembered the ring of
fog being only a few hundred feet thick on their way in,
this time it never lifted. Instead, it grew denser with
every step, until all the world had fallen away. The
world fell silent, and even the clanking of Logans armor sounded muffled. The fog was so dense that the
travelers could barely see their companions at their
side, and none of them could see the ground beneath
their feet at all. Despite the Vistanas warning, however,
they never sensed anything in the Mists with them.
They were utterly alone.
It was difficult to judge the passage of time in this
featureless netherworld, but it felt as if they walked for
several hours at least. At long last, they began to sense
tall, pale shadows sliding past them in the fog. Only
gradually did the shadows grow clear enough to identify as trees, standing silently as the travelers passed
them. After a few more minutes, the Mists had thinned
enough for the travelers to see that they were walking
down a wide, lightly forested road. As opposed to the

jagged peaks they had started in, the ground now rose
and fell in gentle hills.
The Vistana stopped at the top of one such crest.
He turned to face the giorgio, but pointed further down
the road. Your destination is another mile down this
road. This is as far as I go. After receiving the remainder of his payment, he walked past his entourage,
headed back the way they had come, and was quickly
swallowed by the fog.
Logan, Lyanna and Ryn continued down the road.
The fog dissipated entirely within a few minutes, giving
them a good view of their surroundings. They were at
the edge of the cleared land surrounding a small town
which sat at the edge of a river. After taking a few minutes to study the sky and their surroundings, they surmised that they were facing north. The terrain to the
east quickly rose into rolling dales and foothills, and
they could see the hazy image of a distant mountain
range on the horizon. The forests here were ablaze with
autumn colors, and the leaves had started to fall. The
oranges and reds of the forest floor were dotted here
and there by spongy, violet toadstools.
So this was Borca. By the position of the sun, it
now appeared to be early afternoon. The moon was no
longer visible, but the travelers knew that tomorrow
would be the three-quarters moon.
Logan, Ryn and Lyanna continued on into Sturben.
The homes and shops there were broad, massive buildings of plastered and whitewashed brick. The gabled
rooftops were shingled in thin, charcoal-gray wood and
topped with slim, knobby spires. Wooden trim of dark
green or blue, carved with stylized vines and mushrooms, graced the doors and windows. They noted
small, white marble statues of a serene, robed woman
bearing a shield and a longsword standing at the entrance of many homes. The smooth stone streets were
narrow, shaded by the overhanging upper floors of
buildings. The town was not fortified.
The Borcans in the streets had average, athletic
builds. Their skin tones ranged from fair to creamy tan,
though the skin of many folk seemed to be prematurely
aged. The newcomers saw a wide range of hair and eye
color, but dark brown was common for both. Men
tended to have wavy, medium-length hair, growing wild
and roguish, while women grew their hair quite long,
adorning it with ribbons and wooden or tortoiseshell
combs. Both sexes wore humble garb in neutral tones,
often bearing patches.
These folk did not demonstrate the suspicion that
had plagued the Barovians. Many gave Logans bloodsplattered armor fearful glances, but Ryn and Lyanna do
not seem to draw the automatic suspicion they had
encountered in Barovia. Instead, the Borcans simply
seemed numbed and weary.
Behind the travelers, the road they came in on
headed south, back toward Barovia and, eventually,

Ryns homeland of Kartakass. The Luna River flowed

gently along Sturbens northern edge. Beside the docks
for river traffic, two ferries crossed the Luna, bridging
the main road, which continued north, and a secondary
road that branched off to the northwest.
The travelers found their first inn, the Dueling
Blades, near the southern edge of town, on the road
they came in on. They found another, the Green Mirror
Inn, in the heart of town, and a third facing the docks,
between the ferries. They also counted another five
eateries and taverns scattered about town.
As they toured Sturben, the group eventually came
to the inn by the docks. The inns sign was decorated
with purple mushrooms, and its name, the Plum Truffle,
was given in Balok and Mordentish. Ryn could read it
easily, Logan with effort.
When they approach the inn, Logan stopped and
pointed it out. The Vistani woman told me that I
should watch the water. I think this inn will be the best
place to stay.
This inn looks great to me, Lyanna replied. I
suppose one place is as good as another, and this ones
near the water.
The Plum Truffle, Ryn mused. I like it. Lets go
in and see about rooms. Smiling and with her pack in
place, Ryn walked inside.
The trio booked rooms. The Plum Truffle did not
feature truly private rooms; instead it simply rented
bunks, two to a room. Ryn and Lyanna elected to share
a room and preserve their privacy. Logan was left with
his own room and the promise that his empty bunk
would be filled if the inn grew busy.
Although the people of Sturben were obviously
poor and downtrodden, the spirits of the folk in the
inns greatroom were still much livelier than those of
the Barovians. Logan, Lyanna and Ryn made plans for
the coming week over dinner.
Logan, Lyanna asked, does Calligarde describe
himself anywhere in his journal? His dress or appearance?
Logan shook his head. I dont know what Kevin
Calligarde looks like but keep an eye out for a man
similar to me. The same sort of armor, the same sort of
holy symbol, and so forth.
Logan considered this for a time. Theres something else that might be useful. I read a journal entry
where Calligarde writes of a degraded sect of Tempus
worshippers in Falkovnia.
For Lyannas benefit, Ryn quickly explained that
Falkovnia was a brutal military dictatorship whose border lay just a few miles further to the north.
Logan nodded. So its possible that if any of us
sees one of these armored warrior priests, it may be one
of these Falkovnians rather than Calligarde. Calligarde
himself is not Falkovnian, however.

Ah, I see, Ryn said, grinning. Again she turned to

Lyanna. Im told all Falkovnians are branded at birth
with the mark of their king. To find Calligarde, we just
need to find the one warrior-priest whose forehead does
not bear the brand of the falcon. She smiled at Logan.
The one other warrior-priest.
Ryn, Logan requested, Id like you to visit some
of the local establishments with me tomorrow to help
me inquire after Calligarde. Taverns, inns and so forth.
If we dont find him that way, then Ill watch the water
on the night of the new moon. Logan put a hand on his
coin pouch. While were in town, I think Im also going to keep an eye out for some ways for us to increase
our funds.
I dont know my way around, Lyanna added,
but Ill wander the streets by day, interacting with the
townsfolk. Ill keep watch for any man whose dress and
demeanor reminds me of you, Logan.
I wouldnt mind a little work either, Ryn pondered. Ill try to get work performing around town. It
would be nice to meet other minstrels and learn some
new songs. Ill report anything I find.
Lyanna and Logan also both expressed interest in
learning the local tongue. Logan wanted to strengthen
his grasp of Mordentish.
Lyanna pondered this. Logan, she asked, which
of Mordentish or Balok would be most beneficial?
Which is spoken more widely?
Im not sure, Logan replied.
It really just matters on where you are, Ryn answered. Borca is something of a borderland, you could
say. Northwest of here, Balok grows less useful and
Mordentish more so; southeast of here, the reverse
holds.
Lyanna nodded. I think Ill focus on learning
Mordentish then, Ryn, since youre fluent and Logan
has a working knowledge.
Id be happy to help you. Ryn leans closer to her
companions. Starting tomorrow, I recommend that we
must all speak nothing but Mordentish even you,
Lyanna. It may be difficult at first, but its the fastest
way to learn.
After dinner, just before the group retired to their
rooms for the night, Lyanna raised one more question.
Logan, Lyanna asked, if Calligarde doesnt describe himself, does he describe anything specific about
his companions?
Logan shook his head again. The journal entries
tend to be to the point. Ill look again, though. With
that, he produced the journal he had been chasing after
all these months, tugging it out from under his breastplate, wrapped in heavy cloth.
The journal was bound in leather, turned black with
age, and the pages were cracked and crumbling. The
book was positively ancient and just as fragile. Logan
held it close and turned its remaining pages with the

utmost care, but otherwise did not acknowledge its advanced age. This was rather shocking to Ryn and Lyanna, for it was obvious that the journal including
the entries therein was centuries old. The sanity of
their companion was suddenly in doubt.21
When they could catch a glimpse of the contents,
Ryn and Lyanna also noted that the journal was written
in a strange language unfamiliar to either of them.
Someone has gone through the book and painstakingly
written a Vaasi translation between the faded original
lines.
Logan started with one of the final entries. Calligarde was in Forlorn in about a month ago. According
to this, his group was attacked by the Wild Hunt. No
explanation what that is. All die. I made a stand, but
Julian came back. Hard to tell what he means there; but
it must be the Wild Hunt that died. Four days later, the
last entry mentions Argent, an ally. He ponders this
for a moment. Julian came back could be good or
bad; no mention of this name anywhere else.
He picked backward through the book. Theres a
woman he writes of often, Celia. I think they may
have had a thing, together.
More looking. He may be with a boy, Ricky, and
he has a wolf he apparently named after our god. There
are a few other folk, but Calligarde hasnt written of
them in more than a year. Nash, who seems to know
magic, and Drixil, who hmm likes combat, it
seems. He may be badly scarred; his face was chewed
off by goblyns. Argent may be scarred as well; an old
entry here says a vile trap encased him in mist and was
peeling away his skin.
And theres someone called Sniff, and someone
named Toben, but I think theyre dead. Its hard to tell.
If Tobens alive, hes lost an arm.22
Logan closed the book and wrapped it back up in
its cloth. Calligarde never describes people. Just mutilations.

September 29, 737.

Three-Quarters Moon.

yanna went off on her own to mingle with the

Borcans and learn the lay of the land. When
Logan and Ryn next encountered her, she had
traded her green garb for a simple blouse and medium21

The complete (if sparse) journal, actually written by

Kevins player as the campaign progressed, can be
downloaded at www.kargatane.com.
22
Toben Ben-Sath was an outlander cleric who entered
Ravenloft with Kevin and Ricky. A goblyn tore off his arm
during Feast of Goblyns. Much later, Toben did indeed die;
his sorry fate is told in The Tale of the Wishing Imp, available
at www.kargatane.com. Sniff is simply Ricky Bigelows
nickname.

length skirt in sedate earth tones. Her attire was far less
flashy now, which seemed to be the intent. She had also
untied her braid, allowing her long black hair to flow
freely down to her waist. She also took to leaving her
staff and satchel in the room she shared with Ryn, carrying only her dagger for protection.
Ryn accompanied Logan as he visited Sturbens
other local inns, taverns and restaurants to ask after
Kevin, helping Logan over the rough patches in his
Mordentish. While tagging along, Lyanna also used the
opportunity to seek out bookings, finding several taverns in need of entertainment.
During their search, Logan and Ryn stopped in at
the Green Mirror Inn, the somewhat more upscale inn
near the heart of town. A placard hanging from the sign
promoted the inns natural sulphur baths. Logan
threw around a few gold over the course of the day to
jog memories, and here his efforts seemed to bear fruit.
Slipping a few of Logans silvers in her apron, a cleaning maid informed him and Ryn that the man he was
looking for had come through about three weeks earlier,
and once a week before that.
He wore armor like yours, the woman explained
at Ryn and Logans prompting. Well, not so er
She hesitated, backing away from whatever she had
been about to say. Not so, er, fearsome, I should say.
None of that bloody is that paint? I should hope thats
paint. But definitely in the Falkovnian style, I should
say. Like yours looks like its seen a lot of fighting,
but if you look close you can tell its actually just made
to look all banged up er no offense, of course.
She gathered herself before continuing. At any rate, he
had a scar over one eye, and his nose was broken, so
even if his armor was new Im sure hed seen some
brawls. And he had a big sword, like yours.
He werent traveling alone, neither. There was
three with him: a man, a woman, and a boy not old
enough to shave, Id wager. The girl was pretty as a
princess, but you could tell she werent the dainty
type. She woman proudly held up a hand to show off
her calluses. This girl had done some real work
none of them soft hands like you find on a er
lady. She briefly cast a suspicious gaze over the crowd
before moving on. The fellow were quite handsome, if
I do say so myself ooh, and strong as an ox Id bet.
The woman smiled at the memory. They were both
pale; dark hair. Boyd be harder to spot, but she
pointed to her forehead he had a bit of white hair
against the black. Like death had touched him just
there.
These descriptions marked the highlight of the
days search. When the trio reunited over dinner at the
Plum Truffle to share information, none of them had
seen anyone else who resembled Logan.

Chapter Three

October 8, 737.

he sun rose soon enough. Drixil thought he could

hear something outside the vardo; he bit his lip to
tamp down his terror, angry with himself for his
weakness. Fortunately, the sounds couldnt be too loud
Drixil couldnt make out any details, and Celia slept
through them.
After a few minutes had passed, Drixil pulled the
pillow away. Quiet had descended, and all Drixil could
hear was Celias quiet breathing. Drixil sat up, pulled
off his gauntlet, and removed the ring of protection.
Replacing the gauntlet, Drixil scooped up the ring of
regeneration from the water barrel and stepped outside,
leaving Celia asleep on her bunk. Drixil left the key to
Kevins manacles on his bunk.
Kevin and Argent, both now human, lay facedown
on the ground, caked in sweat and unconscious, their
arms still wrapped around the gouged trunks of their
respective trees.
Feeling his fear subside, Drixil approached Kevin,
being sure to keep well away from the priests hands.
Drixil examined the prone man for a minute, then prodded him with his boot when Kevin failed to wake.
Kevin lifted his head and peered up at the dwarf,
blinking his eyes groggily.
Drixil squatted nearby. Im gonna tell you this
once, boy, Drixil growled. You ever try and tell me
what to do when it comes time to chain your ass up, and
Ill make sure you dont wake up. This is my show and
my rules when it comes to keeping you locked up tight.
If you dont like it, then tell me now and Ill leave you
to rot and fend for yourself. Drixil pulled his scarred
lips into a repulsive sneer. Just like you left me to rot
back in that jail, he said, darkly. Heres your damn
rings, the dwarf grunted, tossing the pair into Kevins
face. Dont choke on em, sonny boy.
Drixil stood, noticing that Argent had woken. He
tossed the enchanted longsword near Argent, its blade
no longer bleeding. Thanks for the blade, Argent.
With that, Drixil turned on his heel and walked
north into the woods, headed back to town.
Hey Drixil, Kevin croaked out, his voice dry and
raspy. If you really want to find out. If you really want
to know then dont chain me up next time.
Drixil suddenly stopped and turned to peer at
Kevin, his ruined face unexpectedly pale. With an angry
snort, the dwarf turned his back to the chained men
again and continued on his way.
Kevin gathered himself up onto his knees and
twisted around the tree until his hands could grasp the
rings lying among the roots. He slid them onto his fin-

gers. With a grunt, he managed to right himself and

leaned against the tree.
Pox on your rules Kettlepot, he called after the
dwarf. I never try and tell you what to do. He paused
and smiled. I tell you what to do. You just dont like it
very much.
Kevin scanned the area to get his bearings. Argent
was still shackled nearby, and the vardo was still parked
a few paces away, its door shut, the windows dark and
quiet in the early light. A few birds had started warbling
in the treetops, but there was no other life to be seen.
Apparently, were to remain shackled here,
Kevin mumbled to himself, annoyed. What I wouldnt
give to be a wolf now. He examined one of the rings
on his finger. I could chew myself free.
A sudden burst of laughter erupted from Kevin.
Argent righted himself, pulling himself to his feet.
He turned to his companion. Kevin, is everything
okay? I couldnt help but overhear some of your conversation with Drixil. Anything that might be of concern to the rest of us?
Concern? No. Although I am concerned about
getting out of these manacles. Im bloody starving.
So everything is all right between you and Kettlepot? Argent replied.
Kevin peered sideways at Argent. Why the concern Argent? Hey you dont happen to have the keys
do you?
Argent cocked an eyebrow. Do I look like I have
the keys? Argent shivered, the cold starting to seep in.
Hey, Kevin, have you often had to wait this long to be
freed? Its a little chilly and I cant help feeling a target
being naked and chained to a tree. Argent offered a
feeble chuckle. If this werent such a serious situation,
it would almost be comical.
Argent hopped up and down, attempting to keep
himself warm. After a few moments of this, he wrapped
his hands around the chain of his manacles and pulled it
tight against the bark, seemingly in an attempt to scale
the tree like a lumberjack. With his bare feet scrabbling
against the bark, it looked uncomfortable.
Argent managed to climb up a few feet before
dropping back to the ground. He looked over at Kevin,
and the priest noticed that Argents attention had been
drawn to the long, pale scar winding down Kevins
torso from his shoulder blade to his hip.
By the way, Argent asked, where did you get
that scar down your side? You got that during the winter
I was gone, didnt you?
Kevin followed Argents gaze to the scar. His eyes
wandered down his ribs, tracing the winding scar before
coming to a stop at another scar over his heart and the
much older wounds next to it. He closed his eyes for a
moment and grimaced before shrugging his shoulders.
I got loose. Drixil put me down. I dont remember
much. I was unconscious for several days. It took a

while to heal. Just another tattoo in the service of Tempus.

In all seriousness, Kevin, Argent said, his voice
sincere, the reason I am concerned about the words
you had with Drixil just now is that you seem to be the
only one who can realistically exert any control over
him. Its painfully obvious that Drixil and I dislike each
other greatly, and Drixil hates Celia and vice versa. If
were going to make this mission work, we need you to
be able to continue to exert whatever influence you
have to moderate Kettlepots impulsive behavior.
Youre the lynchpin here, Kevin. As much as you
may not wish to hear it, I honestly believe that the only
thing standing between Drixil killing us all when we
change and going on his merry way is you.
With that, Argent pulled back from the tree until
the chain gouged its bark and the muscles in his arms
went taut. He started flexing the different muscle
groups, apparently trying to work out the knots in his
shoulders.
Kevin turned to face Argent. Drixil doesnt dislike
you. Hes ambivalent. And he doesnt hate Celia.
Where you have compassion for our situation, he does
not. He sees a problem and to him, the easiest solution is to kill us. And if you think about it, its what
weve done while weve roamed about these lands. If I
came across you in the woods and you changed, Id put
you down. The difference here is that we all know each
other. But to Drixil, that doesnt matter.
Hell be fine until someone breaks loose. I can
cajole him all you want me to, but when a lycanthrope
is loose, staring him down and ready to kill him, hes
going to defend himself. And that means that lycanthrope is going to die or its going to rend him into tiny
little pieces. Theres nothing I can do to change that.
And, he doesnt handle seeing the change very well. It
could very well send him into a murderous rage. Thats
out of everyones control. But as long as were controlled theres no problem.
And no, I havent had to ever wait this long.
He settled down to his knees and, hugging the tree
trunk, traced the sign of Tempus into the ground.

Jude was still sitting in his chair, feeling stiff, when
light began to trickle in through the cracks in the shutters. Jude waited another hour for the boy to waken,
then brought him downstairs for breakfast. While Ricky
ate his rolls, Jude asked the Captn to keep an eye on
the boy for a few minutes while he attended to some
business. The Captn agreed.
Jude walked over to Celias home to see if the others had returned, but no one was home. Disappointed,
he returned to the Beached Mermaid and collected
Ricky, explaining that the others were still gone.

Together, they headed over to the Old Blackard Inn

to look for Julian. Jude entered with Ricky in tow. He
found Julian and a few other patrons sitting in the
greatroom, a blazing fire in the hearth warding away the
morning chill.
Julian was picking at the remains of his breakfast.
He greeted the pair with a wave as they approached his
table.
Please, ave a seat, Julian said, grinning. Decided the Mermaid is not to your liking, no?
Jude shook his head, frowning, as he sat across the
small table from Julian. Ricky pulled out a chair, spun it
around, and straddled it, his eyes flicking back and
forth between the men.
That is not why Im here, Jude replied, keeping
his voice low. He took a few covert glances at the other
patrons before continuing. Where are all the others?
Julians smile evaporated. Pardon?
What happened last night? Ive been to the Whitmoor house; theres no one there. Shouldnt they be
have returned by now? You are the only person Ive
found.
Julians frown deepened. He pulled the napkin
from his lap, tossing it on his plate. No, you are quite
right. They should ave returned by now. Julian leaned
in close. Kettlepot and Whitmoor should not ave
stayed to Julians voice trailed off as he fires suspicious glances around the room, coming to rest on
Ricky. When he continued, his voice was hesitant,
barely a whisper. They should not ave stayed to
watch when the sun went down. I must say they did
not react well.
A look of alarm crept across Rickys features.
Julian quickly leaned over to the lad. Do not fret all
was well by the time I returned to the inn. Julians
gaze flicked back to Jude. The wolves did not
escape.
Julian suddenly rose from his chair, striding toward
the common room. Jude and Ricky leapt from their
chairs, following him. As they passed through the
common room, the reedy innkeeper eyed Jude.
Will your guardsman be rejoining us, Monsieur
Renault? sniffed the innkeeper. Distracted, Julian
merely glanced at the man, then at Jude, and continued
up the stairs.
Jude shook his head and followed the mage to the
upstairs hallway, Ricky hot on his heels.
Renault, Jude hissed, where are you going? I
need you to take the boy to the TBasheres for safekeeping while I investigate.
Julian stopped only when he reached the door of
his room. He turned to face his companions. No, no,
he murmured, shaking his head dismissively. I will
gather my gear and ride out to er see whats what.
You should take Ricky back to is ome and wait there.
Should you not ear from me in two ours time, you are

to fetch the sheriff and bring im to the vardo that is

where the wolves were chained.
Wait just wait a minute, Ricky interjected,
sounding annoyed. Im not in any danger. A scowl
crossed his lips. Ive known Celia for as long as shes
been infected. Kevin too. Longer than either of you.
If the suns up, then theres nothing to worry about,
right? So dont act like you need to lock me up. He
crossed his arms, pouting. I do not need babysitters.
Julian paused to stare Ricky in the eye. Listen to
me, because I will say this only once. Those who you
know are not the same people they once were. They are
cursed, and as such they will, in time, try to kill you,
and me, and anyone else who gets in their way. That is
why we seek a cure: so that they may be restored before
they do this terrible deed.
Ricky scowled. You dont know what youre
talking about, he snapped. Jude glared at the boy,
hoping to quiet him down.
Julians lips tightened. I am telling you these hard
truths, you who are so young, because I will not lie to
you. You must always keep in mind that they are being
changed, slowly but inevitably. We are not babysitting
you we are guarding your life. Because we want to
see you ave a chance to make your mark upon the
world. Julian paused, laying his hand on Rickys
shoulder. The boy stared at it like a crawling spider.
Soon enough, mes amie, Julian continued, you will
ave to make a choice, for good or ill.
Rickys eyes narrowed to slits. Everything you
know about their curse, he growled quietly, staring
Julian in the eye, you learned from being told about
what Ive seen.
Bigelow! Jude barked. Silence. Ricky turned
to glare at the young soldier, and Julian withdrew his
hand.
Apparently shrugging off the offense, Julian
unlocked the door to his room, entered, and started
gathering his gear. I will fetch my horse from the
TBashere stable, he said, addressing his words to
Jude, and ride out to the vardo with all due aste. As I
said, in two ours you must summon the sheriff if I ave
not returned. I will go to the Whitmoor ouse when I
return, so wait for me there.
Julian slung a saddlebag over his shoulder and finally turned his attention to the boy again. Sil vous
plait, Ricky, be patient. We do this for your sake and
I know you do not wish to ear that. Julian grinned at
the lad and reached out to ruffle his hair as he passed,
but Ricky shirks out of the way. The intensity of Judes
glare grew.
Julian flexed his jaw once in frustration, then
locked his door and proceeded downstairs and out the
front door.

Enjoy your day, Monsieur Renault, cajoled the

reedy innkeeper as Julian passed. We look forward to
your return.
Jude and Ricky followed Julian out the door and
watched him turn north onto the Mill Road, headed in
the direction of the TBashere manor.
Ricky Jude began, but the boy cut him off.
Dont you start lecturing me. Youve never even
seen a were
Without a moments hesitation, Jude grabbed the
collar of Rickys oversized greatcoat and hauled him to
the mouth of the nearest alley. Jude shoved the boys
back against the wall and thrust a finger in his face.
Might I remind you, master Bigelow, Jude began, his voice stern, that despite your arguments we
are all on your side. If you do indeed care for your
friends then you will listen to what I have to say. Jude
released his grip on the boys collar and took a step
back.
Firstly, I have no intention of going to the sheriff.
Secondly, it is often better to listen and not say anything
than to speak and give away your position you
would do well to consider that approach the next time
you disagree with someones course of action. If you let
a man speak, often there will be no need for you to reply. Remember actions often speak louder than
words.
Jude watched as the look of hurt and frustration
eased away from Rickys face. He stepped in close
again, shielding their conversation from passersby.
Do your wolves know how to track your friend
Celia and Kevins scent? he asked.
Ricky stared at Jude quizzically for a moment before he began to comprehend. Uh, well, I suppose. I
mean, they arent exactly trained to hunt but they do
follow Celia and Kevin around all the time. I I suppose they might go looking if we gave them the
chance.
Jude nodded. Will they obey your commands at
all times?
Ricky shrugged. Not really. I mean, I havent
taught Rupert or Snaps any tricks, really. I think Kevin
taught Tempus some tricks though. And I do have collars and leashes for all of them.
Jude paused, considering Rickys words deeply.
Okay, he concluded. Lets fetch them and see if we
can find your friends.
Ricky offered an appreciative nod and followed hot
on Judes heels. They first returned to the Beached
Mermaid; the docks were slightly less active now that
the fishing boats had set out. Once at the inn, Jude collected his armor and weapons and Ricky grabbed his
satchel. Their next stop was Ricky and Celias home.
The lad unlocked the door and entered, reemerging after a moment with the three wolves at the end of his
leads.

Rupert cant get around as well as the others,

Ricky said, indicating a wolf with a bad limp, but he
needs a walk.23
Jude sighed quietly, and the hunting party started
south.

Another half hour passed as Argent and Kevin
knelt at their respective trees, praying and shivering in
the cold.
At last, Argent had had enough. He somewhat
stiffly rose to his feet and circled around the tree so he
could face the vardo.
Hello, he called out, his voice just below a yell.
Hello? Is anyone in there? Hello?
Not waiting for a response, he managed to scoop
up a small stone with his toes. He crouched again to
grab the stone, then rose to rather awkwardly lob it at
the vardos side. It bounced off with a dull thud.
Finally thankfully signs of life at long last
emerged from the vardo. After a few moments of shuffling noises, the backdoor opened. Celia appeared at the
back steps, wrapped up in her cloak, her hair a tangle.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily as she emerged.
Argent? she mumbled. Why didnt anyone
wake Celia yelped, startled, as she saw Argent and
Kevins condition. She averted her gaze, suddenly
awake and flustered. How long have you Celia
pulled the pocket watch from her waistcoat. Her eyes
widened as she popped it open.
Seven-thirty! she exclaimed, astonished. The
sun rose almost an hour and a half ago! Wheres
Drixil? Why didnt he let you loose?
Celia quickly returned the watch to her vest, then
fished around in her pockets for a moment before presenting an iron key. I only have the key to my er, to
Argents shackles. Celias eyes flicked across Kevins
body. She spun and ran back into the vardo. Ill see if I
can find yours, Kevin, she called out.
Suddenly, Celia jogged back out of the vardo to
Argents tree, apparently making sure to keep the tree
between her and Argent.
Ooh here sorry, she stammered. Dont
need to leave both of you waiting. She twisted the key
in one manacles lock and popped it open, freeing Argent. She pressed the key into his numb fingers with a
quick smile and ran back into the vardo.
Argent unlocked the other manacle, his stiff fingers
fumbling with the key, and let it all drop to the ground.
Rubbing his sore wrists, he walked over to the vardos
23

Rupert the wolf was seriously wounded on the night

Kevins lycanthropy was revealed, in September 736. Both
werewolves were on the loose in Mordentshire, and Celia
turned the pet wolves against Ricky. Rupert suffered lasting
injuries in the ensuing fight with the rest of the party.

riding seat and pulled down the tattered blankets. He

wrapped one around himself and walked over to Kevin
to drape the other over his shoulders.
Kevin shook his head and gave Argent a wry smile.
Should we have expected anything else?
Argent chuckled. Ill go help look for your key.
He returned to the vardo, still trying to rub the feeling
back into his hands, and stepped inside. He found Celia
kneeling between the bunks, feeling around under one.
Argent clucked his tongue, a mischievous glint in
his eye. Sleeping in, Celia? I dont recall ever having
made you wait for an hour in the cold.
Celias gaze snapped up to meet Argents. She sat
up, brushing the hair from her eyes. For a moment, she
looked nearly as cross as she looked sleepy, but her
annoyance quickly dissolved. I only fell asleep about
an hour before dawn. I have no idea what became of
Drixil. I just hope he doesnt still have Kevins key.
Argent dropped to one knee, placed a hand on
Celias shoulder, and kissed her on the forehead, mumbling a good morning.
Celia pushed herself to her feet, smiling. You
must be freezing. She jutted a thumb at a pile of
clothes on the bunk to her right. I tossed your clothes
there on Drixils bunk.
Argent nodded his thanks and turned toward the
bunk, letting the blanket drop. Celia quickly spun away,
blushing deeply. She waited, her back to Argent, while
he pulled on his breeches. Thanks for not snapping my
manacles, she said, suppressing a giggle. Your shoulders must be killing you. Mine always do. It comes
from yanking against those chains all night. She turned
to face Argent again once he was decent. Tell you
what. Once we get Kevin loose, Ill take you boys back
home, get you nice and warm in front of the fire, and
give you a good backrub. She paused, a smirk parting
her lips. What do you think about that?
Argent smiled as he picked up his shirt. His response was cut off when he spied the key to Kevins
shackles, sitting on the bedclothes of Drixils bunk,
where it had lain hidden by his clothes.
Celia laughed when she saw what Argent was
staring at. I really could do with a good nights sleep.
She plucked up the key and brushed past Argent to the
door, still smiling. You finish getting dressed. Ill go
let my other lad free.
Found it, she called out as she stepped outside.
Celia jogged over to Kevin and quickly unlocked
his manacles. Sorry to keep you waiting, she offered,
her face flushed. I was just making Argent an offer to
take you boys home, get you warmed up, and rub out
the knots in your shoulders. She eyed the back of
Kevins head. I can braid your hair for you too, if you
like.

As Celia unlocked Kevins manacles, a growing

rumbling cut off her comments: the sound of a single
horse galloping towards the campsite.
A moment later, Argent emerged from the vardo,
having heard the hoof beats as well. His shirt was still
only half-buttoned and his feet were bare, but he was
strapping the scabbard of his longsword around his
waist.
Celia, Argent ordered, get Kevin unchained.
He continued buckling his sword as he strode past them
toward the road. Kevin, go inside the vardo quickly
and get into some clothes.
Argent? Do you know something we dont?
Kevin asked, quickly shedding the manacles. He smiled
at Celia and caressed her cheek. It only sounds like
one horseman. Plus, the only people who know were
here he waved his arms around are the ones
who know why were here.
Argent stopped in his tracks, merely staring at the
priest for a moment. Then he shook it off. Regardless,
he continued, buttoning his shirt, you should get out of
sight, just in case
But time ran out. Before anyone could act, the rider
raced into view. Fortunately, Kevins prediction proved
correct; the rider was Julian, looking alarmed.
The moment Julians eyes fell on the campsite, his
sense of alarm began to fade. He rode into the clearing,
bringing his horse to a halt.
Argent stepped up and grabbed the bridle, steadying the horse for Julian to dismount.
Good morning, Julian, Argent offered, his voice
cordial. Why the rush? He glanced over at Kevin and
added, You had me worried.
Julian leaned toward Argent, his tone casual. Mon
ami, you are a wee bit late in returning to the mademoiselles house, no? Jude and the boy came to me quite
worried, so I came as soon as I could.
Julian straightened and looked over the others, a
hint of concern evident in his face.
I was wondering if you could shed some light on
this, he continued. Oh, by the way; should I not return, the sheriff will be notified in two hours. I told
Jude to do this in case of, shall we say, a terrible occurrence. But I can see that my prudence was not needed
this time. But eh I am wondering where is monsieur Kettlepot?
Argent merely sighed at this and shook his head.
Well, he decided to leave before waking Celia to unchain us.
Celia tilted her head, her eyes ablaze. You mean
Drixil was still here this morning? He purposefully left
you shackled?
Argent turned away from Julians mount, releasing
his grip on the reins. He responded with a mere shrug,
then walked back to the vardo. Im going to finish
gathering up my gear.

Kevin smirked. Drixil and I had some words this

morning. He only meant to spite me. He turned and
headed for the vardo. Oh, and good morning Julian
Celia.
What a fine morning it is, he added, as he joined
Argent.
Well well well said Julian, still musing over
Celias comment. That is most interesting. He leaned
back in his saddle. Well, I can see that you are in no
danger. I will ride back to your home and let them know
that everything is all right. He looked Celia in the eye.
You should be proud of Ricky the young man is
very spirited. e does not like being told to stay ome
for is own safety.
Julian smiled a bit at that, then continued. e reminds me of myself when I was younger. I will see you
three in a little while. With that, Julian turned his
steed, Dawn Runner, around and trotted back toward
the road. Celia watched him go.

The brisk morning air was starting to warm as the
autumn sun rose higher in the sky. After ten minutes of
walking, Jude and Ricky had covered less than half a
mile; the limping wolf was definitely holding them up.
As they continued to follow the rutted trail rather
gamely referred to as the southern road, they noticed a
rider emerge from the woods further south and turn in
their direction. They recognized him as he spotted them
it was Julian, taking his horse at a relaxed gait.
Jude turned to Ricky as Julian rode closer. Wait
here with the wolves, he ordered, his voice quiet, and
dont say anything to Julian. Jude paused, tapping the
boy lightly on the chest. I mean it Ricky not a word
or we turn around now.
Jude walked forward to greet Julian as he pulled
up.
The mage did not look happy. I thought I told you
two to stay away, no?
I thought it best to take the boy out for a walk.
Julian gave Jude a disparaging look. ad you just
been patient, I would ave returned and told you that
everything is fine. I am assuming that you are not going
to the sheriff.
Jude merely shrugged off Julians tone. So all is
well then?
Julian snorted. So it is. You will find the others
back at the camp, making ready to return to town. I will
let them explain to you what appened, he continued,
his lip curling into a grin, since monsieur Ricky there
is so eager to get himself in trouble and not eed wise
advice.
Julian laughed a bit as he tugged on the reins, then
rode north toward town.
As Julian rode away, Jude walked back to Ricky. I
understand that you are anxious to see your friends, but

as your companion my advice is that we return home.

Julian has indicated they are safe, and they will most
likely be returning shortly. It would be better for us to
return to Celias house and prepare for their arrival.
Besides, he added, gesturing to the lamed wolf,
Rupert is obviously in pain and it would be cruel to
make him walk any further today.
The boy looked down the road past Julian, in the
direction of the wooded campsite. After a few moments
he shrugged. Well all right. I suppose.
Jude and Ricky walked back to town. When they
reached Celias house, they found Julian waiting for
them at the door.

Inside the vardo, Argent finished dressing, drew
some cold water from the barrel to splash on his face,
and gathered up his things. He stepped back outside
while Kevin was still pulling on his clothes.
Argent spotted Celia off a few paces, looking at the
loose pile of stones that currently composed Drixils
construction project. He quietly sidled up behind her,
wrapped a hand around her waist, and pulled her in
close to steal a quick peck on the cheek before she
could react.
Good morning, Argent said, grinning gently.
Good morning, she replied. Celia crinkled up her
nose. You still need a bath, she added, breaking into a
smile.
Argent smirked. Care to join me? he said, his
tone mirthful.
Celia peered around at Argent, her lips pinched and
one eyebrow raised. She clucked her tongue disapprovingly as she turned away again. Despite her tone,
Celia leaned in against Argents shoulder, placing her
hand over his own. She looked back down at the pile of
rocks. Not much of a kennel, is it? she joked.
Argent nodded, then gave her a brief squeeze.
Could you do me a favor?
Celia met his gaze again. What? she asked, her
voice carrying a hint of playful suspicion.
On our way back to town, see if you can get
Kevin to tell you more about whatever this problem is
between him and Drixil. I think we need to know, but I
doubt Kevin will open up to me.
Celia nodded, thinking. Certainly.
Kevin emerged from the vardo a few moments
later, fully dressed. Spotting Argent and Celia, he harrumphed to catch their attention. The couple glanced in
his direction, then approached.
Shall we be off? Argent asked.
Kevin simply nodded his agreement. The trio
grabbed their packs and started the stroll back into
Mordentshire. Kevin followed Argent and Celia at a
distance for a while, but at the halfway point Celia

slowed her pace to walk with him. Kevin remained

quiet.
Kevin, Celia asked quietly. What happened this
morning? Why did Drixil leave you two chained? She
tossed a momentary glance toward Argents back, then
flicked her gaze back to Kevin. You know what I think
of that dwarf. Youre the only one he listens to. Is he
not listening to you now, too?
Without looking over at her, Kevin replied, He
watched us last night. Thats all he felt he was required
to do.
The trio walked the rest of the way in silence.
When they reached Celias home, they found
Ricky, Jude, and Julian sitting around the small living
room. The three wolves rushed forward to nuzzle them.
Celia stepped through the door first, hanging her
cloak on a peg by the door. Good morning, she said,
greeting each guest with a smile. Everything go well
here? She focused on Ricky. Julian told us you were
worried about us.
Ricky shrugged. Yeah youre usually back
sooner. Suns been up for, I dunno
Two hours, Celia finished. I know. Her eyes
darkened. Drixil had last watch. It seems he wandered
off and let us sleep in.
Argent and Kevin followed Celia through the door.
Argent offered a quick greeting to each guest. Kevin
merely greeted them with a nod. Argent came to a stop
by the fireplace.
Ricky frowned as he examined Argents smudged
face and mussed hair. Did everything really go all
right?
Ignoring the conversation, Kevin collected his armor and gear from the corner of the room and started
looking it over.
From what I ave eard of this dwarf, added
Julian, Id say youre lucky he didnt throw away the
key.
Celia patted Ricky on the shoulder on her way to
the kitchen. Everything was under control, Ricky.
Dont worry about it. Were all done until November.
Argent merely added a smile and nod before turning his attention to the group, not noticing the boys
lingering concern. So breakfast? I dont know about
anyone else, but I have quite an appetite.
Celia leaned against the kitchen doorframe. I suppose Ill be making breakfast for everybody?
Julian shook his head. Do not fuss on my account,
mademoiselle. I ave already eaten.
As have we, Jude added, jutting a thumb at
Ricky. Ricky nodded in agreement.
Seemingly satisfied with the status of his armor,
Kevin stood and moved to the door. With a foot on the
front step he turned halfway back into the house and
addressed the others.

Im going to find Drixil. You all should start getting ready to leave. When I get back with Drixil, we
should be ready to go. With that, he turned and headed
out, closing the door behind him.
Argent turned back to Celia and shrugged. I guess
its just you and me.
Sighing, Celia sidled back into the room and
plopped down onto the couch next to Ricky. She looked
up at Argent and idly pointed toward the kitchen. You
can go ahead and have anything you want in there. Im
more tired than hungry. Argent shrugged and walked
into the kitchen.
Julian straightened in his chair at the dining table.
Now that we ave weathered the change for another
month, what is the plan now? Where are you going and
what do you want me to do ere while you are gone?
Jude, seated at the far end of the table, nodded to
Julian. I will be staying as well.
Were going to Staunton Bluffs, Celia said, her
tone ominous. My home. I dont really know how
well get there, though.
Argent walked back into the room carrying a loaf
of bread, a plate, and a jar of jam. I suppose well need
to hire Vistani again. And just hope it goes better this
time. He sat at the table, his back to the wall, and
started preparing his meal.
What sort of gear do you think well need for the
trip? Argent asked between mouthfuls.
For the trip or for Staunton Bluffs? Celia replied.
Either.
Dress warm and dry. Home never got as hot or as
cold as it does here. She shrugged. I suppose its
about the same there as it is here now. But its always
very wet. Rain every day, fog every night. The weather
never changes, except for the storms. We just shouldnt
go out in those. A thought passed through her face.
We need to buy another set of manacles, too. She
quickly glanced at Ricky before turning around to face
the others at the table. Just in case of emergencies, that
is.
Id like to take the vardo, too, but I know thats
out. Oh, and it might be nice to buy some spices or
something exotic to take home; we never had much to
work with, really.
Argent spoke up again. Ricky, Im going to go
home and ask my parents to keep an eye on you again,
all right? The boy just shrugged sullenly. Ill gather
the horses as well.
How long do you think it will take Kevin to find
Drixil? Jude asked.
Argent shrugged. I dont know, but I doubt well
be ready to leave by the time theyre back.
Its been two years, groused Celia. Theres no
sense in treating this like a footrace now.
Yes, well Argent sighed, his voice trailing off.
He sat back in his chair and looked back and forth be-

tween Julian and Jude. I dont have any specific tasks

or jobs for you two. You can certainly do as you please.
If you do want to stay in the area, we could try to send
you updates through the post, when we can.
Argent focused on Julian. I would like to take you
up on your offer for assistance in research and arcane
matters, Julian in case we have any difficulties.
Julian nodded in agreement. Argent coated another
slice of bread with jam, then rose from the table. Im
off for supplies, he said, as he worked his way around
the table. Argent handed the bread to Celia as he passed
her. She thanked him with a sleepy smile.
Argent took his leave. Jude rose from his chair a
moment later. I should be going as well. I havent
slept. As he moved to the door, he paused by Ricky.
It was a pleasure to spend some time with you,
Ricky. Perhaps you can convince Argent and his parents
to allow you to visit me while the others are gone. He
finished with a wink, then turned to leave. He paused at
the door, turning his attention to Celia. Before you go,
please let me know if there is anything I may do while
you are away.
Celia, who appeared to be dozing off, opened her
eyes and looked back at him. I dont know. I dont
think weve really agreed on what we want to do. She
looked over at Julian. I dont suppose theres any point
to building until you boys agree on what to build.
Well, I wish you the best. Jude shrugged. If
anyone needs me, Ill be at the Beached Mermaid.
Please drop by before you leave. If youll excuse me.
With that he left as well.
Julian watched Jude leave. He turned to the sleepy
Celia and considered his words for a moment.
You know, my lady, he said, you ave a ard
journey ahead of you. I wish that I could join you on
this quest, but I fear my skills are not enough to chain
that which comes out at night.
He pauses for a second and continues. I ave eard
much about this Drixil. I am not comfortable with what
I ave seen. But I have the feeling that if anyone can
prevent you from urting others, e can.
Julian glanced at Ricky, then returned his gaze to
Celia. He rose from the table, walked to her side, and
dropped to one knee. His voice low, he spoke into her
ear and she turned to look up at him. His usual jaunty,
foppish demeanor melted away.
Sometimes we need things or should I say
people like Monsieur Kettlepot. E might be foul; e
might be ugly. But e can be a useful tool.
Celia scrutinized Julians stare as if pondering the
gears turning in his mind.
Julian grinned. I might seem a fop or even a
dandy at time. But I grew up Richemulot. In that place,
one must always play the game. His grin widened.
We aristocrats must do something to kill the boredom.

Julian rose to his feet, still grinning, and walked to

the door. When he stopped and turned back, his wry,
carefree demeanor had returned. Ill do my best to find
a cure or a way to end the curse if I can.
Thank you, Julian, Celia said quietly. But
theres only one way to end this, and its name is Yuri
Pedorov.
Julian nodded, his lips pursed. Perhaps. If you
can, send me letters. Ill try my best to respond, and if
you need elp Ill try my best to reach you. Fare the
well.
Julian left.

Outside Celias door, Kevin pondered a moment on
where the dwarf might be. For a moment, Kevin wondered if Drixil might be at the Beached Mermaid, but
then he remembered that the dwarf had been kicked out
of there long ago. In fact, only one tavern in town still
admitted him
Kevin headed out across town. After a few minutes
he came in sight of the Sailors Sun, a seedy dive in a
round, two-story building at the end of Madding Road.
Saulbridge Sanitarium was in sight at the far end of the
road, and the smell of fish was wafting over from the
nearby fishermans alley. Kevin spotted Drixil sitting on
a bench in front of the tavern, fighting the urge to nod
off.
Stopping briefly, he whispered a short prayer to
Tempus and then approached.

Argent turned north up Cliffedge Lane to the general store owned by his parents. Walking inside, he saw
his father behind the counter. The stout older man
looked up, spotting his son.
Well, nice of you to rear your head. Where have
you been keepin yourself? Weve not seen you for
days! He took a closer look as Argent approached.
You look to me like youve been sleeping in a barn.
Argent threw on a winning smile for his father.
Yeah, well, he said, rounding the counter to give his
father a friendly hug, adventuring isnt all its cracked
up to be. Argent dropped into a slightly more serious
tone. Im awfully sorry I havent been around the last
couple of days. Ive had some things come up that I
needed to take care of.
Argents father raised an eyebrow. Things, ay?
This wouldnt have anything to do with the Whitmoor
girl, would it?
Uh, well, since you bring her up Argent hesitated, running a hand through his long, tangled hair.
His father sighed. What a surprise. He put a hand
on his sons shoulder. Look, Argent, I understand what
youve been up to.

Argents eyes widened. What?

I was young once too. If you dont believe it, just
look at your bloody uncles those two never grew up.
Im sure theyd wholeheartedly approve of whatever
youve been doing, not that I particularly want to
know.
Argent found himself at a loss for words as his father continued.
Son, I know Whitmoors a lovely girl, but you
have to admit shes a bit strange as well. And, well, not
to invite trouble, but she spends an awful lot of time
with that Calligarde fellow, dont you think? I mean,
hes been living with her since they moved here.
Pop
Right, right, Ill stop. Ill just say this: The Whitmoor girl turns twenty in a month, doesnt she? He
waggled a finger at Argents nose. Thats how old your
mother was when I married her. You cant keep up these
little camping trips forever, you know its just not
fair to the girl.
Pop! Argent exclaimed, his face flushed. Its not
like that! He pinched the bridge of his nose for a
moment, regaining his composure. I just came to say
that I have to go away again.
The elder TBasheres face dropped. What?
Im sorry. I know I just got back a few days ago,
and I havent spent as much time as I would like to with
you and Mum, but I need to accompany Celia back to
her home.
Is she moving back?
No, its just a visit. She hasnt seen it in two years
and its very important to her so its important to
me.
Argents father started to say something, but let it
drop with a sigh. I dont suppose you know when
youll be coming back?
Two months? Im afraid thats just a guess. Argent walked around the counter, back out among the
dry goods. Her homes beyond the Mists, so theres
really no telling. He turned back to his father. I know
its asking a lot, but we would like to keep Ricky
here so he can continue to go to
School, and so forth, his father finished, shaking
his head. I dont suppose your mother will have any
problem looking after the boy again. He cocked his
head. But this is starting to get a bit too regular for me,
son. The Whitmoor girl came to us this time last year to
ask the same favor.
I understand, but
His father silenced him with a wave. Theres too
much of my father in you, son. You should have heard
your grandmum go on about fathers younger days.
Always running around, trying to bring a bit of joy to
the world. He looked Argent in the eye. But when
they had me and your uncles, he settled down.
Im not even married yet, Pop.

Yes, and I know the Whitmoor girl is just the

boys guardian, not his mum. Point is, she has got a
child in her life, and she must think of his interests. She
cant keep going off on all manner of dangerous errands, and you shouldnt encourage her. I wont even
start on what your mother thinks of all the terrible risks
you put yourself through.
Argent sighed. So you will look after Ricky?
Well, of course we will that goes without saying, his father replied. With the hint of a chuckle in his
voice, he added, After all, its not the boy whos being
irresponsible, is it?
No, I suppose it isnt, replied Argent. You know,
Pop, Ive always thought that I had some higher
purpose in life. I feel, in here, he said, pounding his
finger into the center of his chest, that I should be out
there in the world, he continues, waving his arm,
making life a little more tolerable. Bringing such outdated concepts as justice and freedom back into peoples lives if even for just the length of my lifetime.
Argents father sighed sadly and sat on his stool.
So its true. You do have too much of your grandfather
in you. Look around you. We have justice and freedom
here! He leaned forward to plant an elbow on the
counter, waggling his finger at Argent. Remember
what they say, son: Dont visit evil, and it wont visit
you.
Argent continued, upset but his voice quiet. I
never thought there was room in my life for anything
more than my fight against tyranny in this land. It is the
Whitmoor girl that comes first to my thoughts each
day and it is why I must go away for, hopefully, the last
time. Argent returned to the counter with an armful of
goods.
Please understand, son. Im not condemning you.
Im just The older man leaned back again, idly tugging at his muttonchops. Look. I know your grandfather filled your head with all of this. He used to say all
this sort of thing to my mother, bless their souls. Yes, he
settled down in time to have a family. But did he really
do it in time? Look what happened vanished, right
off his fishing boat, when you were still just a boy. 24
Argents father paused, his voice heavy. What Im
saying what Im really saying, now is that I dont
want my only son to go out into the world and drag the
same fate down on his head that my father dragged
down on his.
I want to settle down. I want a family. Tyr help
me, I want to raise horses for a living. Argent reached
across the counter, giving his father a friendly pat on
the arm. Dad, I have traveled almost the length and
breath of this land and I know this for a fact we have
it good here. In fact, its so good, I sometimes find it
hard to believe that the rest of this land can be so horri24

Foreshadowing!

bly evil. Take Falkovnia. They enslave anyone who is

not human, forcing them to work and live in conditions
everyone here would find appalling. Many lands are
ruled by thugs, whose people live in abject fear of
placing a foot out of place. Some crimes are worth
seeking out evil to destroy it even if it does focus evils
attention on me. I have always been willing to pay that
price when the time of reckoning comes and so was
grandfather. I dont want to die but I refuse to stand idly
by while I can do something about it.
Argents father shook his head sadly, sighing.
Your grandfather would talk like this sometimes. Not
often, but sometimes. He looked up at his son. Just
come back safe, all right? You and the girl er, Celia.
And say goodbye to your mum and grandmum before
you go.
Argent nodded as he paid for his supplies. All
right. Ive also been thinking that Ricky could help you
around the store for an allowance again.
Yeah, thatll be no problem.
Good. Argent pulled six gold coins from his coin
purse. That should handle his allowance while were
gone. And hey Argent offered his father a quick
smile. If all goes well, this trip may just solve the Calligarde situation.
Argents father harrumphed.
Argent shouldered his bag of goods and walked to
the door. At the far end of an aisle, just before he
reached the door, he caught sight of a strange object
tucked away on a shelf. A foot tall, the jet-black figurine was carved in the shape of a smiling cherub with
horns, batwings, and a curling tail.
Its thoughts flowed into Argents mind. Your
friends are conspiring against you at this very moment,
my master, whispered the Wishing Imp.
Argent barely managed to stifle his surprise,
smoothly scooping the figurine into his sack as he
walked back out into the daylight.
Argent paused at the door. He set down his loaded
bag and walked back to his father, giving him a hug. I
love you pop, Argent said. You did a good job raising
me. Well be okay.
With that, Argent picked up the supplies and exited
the shop. After finishing a handful of additional errands,
he set a fast pace for his familys home, a weatherworn
manor half a mile to the north of town. Argent stored
his gear in the barn, readying the horses and pack mule,
then walked inside to seek out his mother and
grandmother. By the clock on the mantle, he saw that
the morning was half gone.
Suddenly, the Imps whispers slithered into Argents mind again. The dwarf will kill you if he can, my
master. And he will do it with the priests blessing.
The whispers continued, twisting into Drixil's
whiskeyed voice. Good people get crapped on. Me, I
like to be on the winning side.

Now the whispers slipped into Kevins laconic

tone. But remember, we tread a fine line with the others.
If she decides youre no use, then Argent says youre no
use. Then we have a problem. A definite change has to
occur.
The Wishing Imps own mewling voice returned. I
would tell you more if only I could, my master. But that
requires a wish.
As always, Argent forced the imp from his
thoughts. Im sure that this conversation is two sentences taken out of context from what is probably a very
long discussion, Argent thought.
If that is what you choose to believe, whispered the
imp, then I fear I am powerless to help you. But I must
warn you, my master, that you have ignored my pleas
before, and doing so has laid you low. I warned you
against Calligarde long before he escaped his bonds,
and behold what was befallen you.
I think Kevin is a question mark, as always, responded Argent. And Drixils willingness to kill me with
the proper instigation comes as no surprise. But I also
know that your every word is a lie.
Very well, my master, whispered the imp, sounding
hurt. If that is how you feel, then I shall trouble you no
more this day. But as you chase this wicked Pedorov
across the face of the world, following a long-cold trail,
never forget that I could deliver him to your doorstep in
a heartbeat I could even slay him for you or lift your
curse, if only you wished it so.
With that, the imps thoughts faded into silence.
Once again dismissing the imps cajoling from his
mind, Argent sought out his mother and aged grandmother in turn, telling them of his plans and offering his
goodbyes and promising to return soon.
Having said his farewells, Argent stopped by the
barn once more to ensure that the horses were ready,
then returned to Celias house.

Drixil.
Drixil looked up and squinted at Kevin. Lets get
somethin to eat boy. I cant talk on n empty stomach.
Kevin looked down at him. All right. Lets go.
After grabbing a few bites of food from the open
market, Kevin and Drixil walked out to the vardo in the
woods.
Drixil reached the vardo first and turned to face
Kevin. Kevin leaned up against a tree, his arms crossed
in front of his chest. He returned Drixils stare.
Drixil gave him the evil eye. You pissed me off
good boyo.
Just so you know, Celia was a little irritated that
you stormed off without waking her.
I dont give a damn what she thinks. Im not worried about her. I can handle that one. Its you I worry
about.

You dont have to worry about me.

Bullshit I told you th rules to chainin you up.
You agreed, then you said no to me. You dont trust
me Kevin. Do you think that I would steal your magic
rings? If I wanted em you would be dead.
I agreed to not wear them. Not put them in your
hands.
I said I would wear them. You agreed. The point
was that th rings would have let me live if you attacked
me. How do you think youre gonna end the curse if
you kill some fool farmer? Youll never be able to atone
for a killing you didnt know about. Besides, like I said,
if I wanted em you wouldnt be here or maybe I
wouldnt. We diced for em fair and I hold by that luck.
Besides the fact that you arent you when it comes time
to change another reason to keep you down.
Ok, so youre pissed. Now what?
Now I should give you the arse whoopin you deserve boy. Im the only thing that stands between you
and salvation right now. So I dont expect you to kiss
my arse. But I expect to be listened to and obeyed when
it comes time to kennel you, dog boy, Drixil says,
grinning.
Be careful how you use that word obey. Your
counsel will be listened to, as I have always done in the
past.
Yeah you have; Ill grant that in your favor. But
Im sick and tired of letting these stupid morons screw
things up. Are we gonna kick some arse or are you
gonna keep kissing Celias arse like a good doggie?
Drixil cracked his knuckles and sneered as he said
Celias name.
Kevin threw his head back and let loose a howl of
laughter. Youre right. Weve been rudderless for quite
some time. And yes, I didnt do much to change that,
but Im not a leader. Argent should be up in front. But
hes not. A definite change has to occur. Kevin smiled
at Drixil. You ready to go back to the old ways?
Drixil cracked his neck. If you mean that we
stomp arse and use our friggin heads then yes. Ill follow you into hell. Drixil looked around. Damn, already there I guess. He grinned and put out his hand.
Shake on it boyo.
But remember, warned Kevin. We tread a fine
line with the others. I still think we need them until this
curse is lifted. I dont think you and I could do it.
No we couldnt
You have to be able to hold back when it comes to
Celia. Shes the lynchpin. If she decides youre no use,
then Argent says youre no use. Then we have a problem.
Oh yeah, I know. Ill keep my mouth shut and my
short sword ready. I have no problem killin any one of
you except maybe you boyo I dont wanna lose
you. You know thats why I stick around. Cause youre
the only one that I believe in come hell or high

water. And if ya tell anyone that Ill kick your arse from
here to Paridon and back.
I know youd cut any one of us down. They know
it too. The only difference is, I understand and can accept it. They do not. You could say they have a different
worldly view. Oh, and why do you think I keep trying
to keep you around? I still remember when you jumped
down the pit in that doctors castle to save me.
Drixil thought for a second, Damn, did I do that?25
Well, I guess that makes up for some of the times
youve pulled my bacon out of the fire.
Hee hee they say that in Paridon I lost something. I believe I just lost some of the clutter in my
head. Never thought straighter, Drixil said, grinning. I
think.
Heh heh. Kevin took a step forward. Before we
shake on this, what have we decided about my rings?
When ya change Ill wear em to make sure you
dont get away. No one else will have em and I give
you my dwarven oath, that unless I talk to you before
hand, no one else uses em period.
Kevin nodded. I want your oath that if you even
get scratched nicked, and it heals because of the ring,
you tell me.
Drixil grinned. Do you really think that I wouldnt
tell you?26 Hell, one of you would probably be dead
and thats my oath on that.
Done. Kevin grasped Drixils hand firmly. I told
the others to get their gear together. What are the
chances they actually did that? Or do you think theyre
sitting around discussing what to do?
Drixil shook Kevins outstretched hand with an
iron grip. I dont know, but lets kick em in the arse
and get out of this godly little boring hole of a place.
Im itchin to kick some bloodline arse.
Kevin smiled. Yeah, its about time we shook
things up.
Yeah Im tired of babysittin this town. We
gotta lot of scores to settle, Kevin. Lets do em before
you get too old to hump your weight on the road,
Drixil said with a wicked grin. Let me get my gear.
Are we bringing the vardo?
No its too bulky and we dont have the time to
move it. We need to move fast and run lean. And
youve gotten soft. We need to toughen you up.
Soft huh? We'll see how soft I am. Youre the one
whos been sitting on his ass in town while weve been
away. Me fighting. You ass sitting.
Please. Thats because I was gonna puke if I heard
Oh we have to help, we are good people blah, one
more time. Good people get crapped on. Me, I like to be
on the winning side. He finished getting his gear.
25

Drixils role in this rescue resulted in one of the two times

goblyns tore chunks out of his face.
26
Drixil once spent two months convinced that he had been
infected by a wererat and told no one. Still hasnt.

Thats why I left for a time. I couldnt listen to any

more of their goody-goody crap.
But you admit to sitting on your ass.
Well yeah. There wasnt a good fight for miles.
And you sometimes take your sweet time getting back
from friggin around.
After we got out of Forlorn, we made our way
here pretty quickly.
Yeah, how did that fiasco go? Poor little Julian is
so chicken shit, hes gonna stay here and help bah
friggin wuss.
Kevin turned and started walking back to town.
Well, he got scared of dying. Since we met him, hes
died three times I believe. He thinks thats more than
enough for any man.
Yeah exactly man. Well, too bad for the bad men
in this hell hole that Im a dwarf and made of sterner
stuff. Drixil followed Kevin up the road back to town.

Kevin and Drixil arrived at Celias house. Drixil
tried the front door and found it unlocked. Kevin looked
up the lane, to the north, and offered a quiet grunt.
Drixil followed his gaze and saw Argent walking in
their direction, his arms empty.
Drixil nodded to Kevin and grinned a bit. I see he
hasnt got anything, Drixil said as he watched Argent
approach. Maybe hes waiting for us to tell him what
we need, eh Kevin?
Kevin simply returned Argents wave, then slid
past Drixil through the door. The downstairs appeared
to be empty, but the creaking of floorboards could be
heard overhead.
Hey, Drixil, Kevin said, grabbing the dwarfs
attention. Help me put my armor on. Drixil shuffled
inside, closing the door after him. They fetched Kevins
full plate from the corner of the room and laid it out on
the dining table. Just as Drixil started to help Kevin
gear up, Argent walked in.
Kevin looked over. Morning Argent. Are we ready
to go? he asked, as he started donning his armor. Drixil
kept his eyes on his work.
The horses and supplies are ready, yes, Argent
said idly, still looking up at the crossbeams of the low
ceiling. He met Kevins gaze and pointed up at the
creaking. That Celia?
Kevin merely shrugged, so Argent walked upstairs.
Rounding the top of the narrow staircase, he noted that
Rickys door was open and Celias closed. Argent
leaned his head in Rickys door, finding the boy lying
on his bed, staring at the ceiling. One of his legs was
hanging off the edge of the bed and idly kicking back
and forth. The room was warm and comfortably furnished, but a bit cramped.
Good news, Ricky. Youre going to be staying
with my parents again while were away. After waiting

a moment for a response that did not come, Argent

continued. Youll be working at the store after school
as well. Ricky responded with a half-hearted writhe
that Argent took to be a shrug. Ive also seen to it that
youll be receiving a full wage.
At last the boys head rose. Yeah? he asked, his
voice sullen.
Yes, Argent confirmed, smiling.
Ricky shrugged again, his head dropping back
down to the bed. SOK, I spose.
Leaving the boy to brood, Argent took four steps to
reach the end of the short landing and knocked on
Celias door. He heard her voice issue from within.
Come in.
Argent opened the door, slipping inside. Celias
bedroom was as large as the living room downstairs, a
full fifteen by twenty feet. The mornings rays were
shining in through the three windows in the eastern
wall, which looked out onto the street. For a small
townhouse, the room was furnished well, even extravagantly, with a writing desk, wardrobe, fireplace, and a
large canopy bed. The curtains around the bed had been
drawn back, letting more light into the room. The wardrobe stood open, and Argent saw that Celia had draped
most of her clothes over the bedcovers, along with her
pack and riding bags.
As Argent entered, he found Celia walking near the
foot of the bed, between the bed and fireplace, carrying
clothes from the wardrobe. She was barefoot and
dressed in her evening robe, and her hair was hanging
wetly down her back. She smiled as she saw Argent.
Did Kevin find Drixil? she asked.
Yes, theyre downstairs now.
I thought I heard them rattling around.
Argent closed the door behind him. My folks have
agreed to care for Ricky again, and theyll have him
work in the store. It might not be an apprenticeship, but
itll still get him some valuable real-work experience,
and hell be paid a wage.
Thats good, Celia nodded, folding a skirt into
her pack. I think it did him some good the last time.
Argent moved closer, leaning up against a bedpost.
So how are you holding up?
Celia stopped what she was doing. Keeping her
face down, she started rubbing the silver locket hanging
from her throat between thumb and forefinger a
nervous habit. After a moment, she looked up, her eyes
sad.
I dont really want to go home, she said, her
voice subdued, even as much as I do want to see it
again. I dont I dont know what I might have done
there. I dont know what might be waiting for me. For
us.
She took a deep breath and her voice regained its
strength. But I know I need to do it. She glanced out
the window down at the sun-dappled cobblestones. I

think Im almost done packing, at any rate. She closed

the curtain and turned back to Argent. I need to get
dressed, so why dont you go ask the others if well
have time to stop by the market or the tailors. I think
weve already missed our chance to reach Chateaufaux
by nightfall. She frowned, crinkling her nose. Wait
is Drixil coming with us? What route are we taking,
anyway? Ask them that, too.
Celia put her hands on Argents shoulders and
playfully pushed him to the door. Now shoo!
As Celia closed the door, Argent headed back
downstairs. Kevin was nearly covered in armor now,
and Drixil was helping him strap on the pieces of one
arm. With most of the dining table now cleared, Argent
scooped up his suit of plate mail and placed it on the
table, preparing to don his armor as well.
Argent nodded to the others and cleared his throat.
So anyway, he began, I picked up the basic supplies
well be needing. I was hoping you fellows could chip
in your share of the cost.
Drixil just grunted at the suggestion and continued
his work.
Thats fine Argent, Kevin said. Whatever my
share is, just let me know and Ill give you the coin.
Argent slipped into his chain hauberk and began to
strap on his plate armor. Also, Celia would like to stop
by the market before we leave. I dont see the harm.
Wherever were headed today, I think weve already
missed our chance of reaching it by sunset.
Drixil strapped on the last pieces of Kevins armor.
Kevin paused and flexed his arm.
Speaking of which, Argent continued, where
exactly do you propose we go? Well need the Vistani
to find Celias home. I propose we head for that permanent camp back in Barovia. What route do you think we
should take? South? Head for Waterford today?
Drixil shrugged, stepping back and looking to
Kevin.
South seems to be the way to go, Kevin replied.
Id rather avoid Falkovnia if at all possible, considering we have a dwarf in our party. He nudged Drixil
and pointed at him. Thats you short man dwarf.
Kevin finished up his other arm. The permanent
camp in Barovia is the logical place to start. He started
for the door, with his helmet tucked under his arm.
Pausing, he turned and looked at Argent. Are all the
horses saddled and the equipment loaded?
Argent nodded. Yes, everythings ready. Well,
except that Celias still getting dressed.
Kevin glanced up briefly at the ceiling, then put his
helmet back down on the table and grabbed one of the
leather leashes hanging from the clothes pegs by the
front door.
He slipped the collar around Tempus neck, then
slid into his pack. He turned back to Argent. In that

case, Im ready to go. Ill be waiting for you outside."

He walked out the front door, wolf in tow.
Drixil shrugged into his pack and went out the
door. As he walked out, he wordlessly flipped Argent a
gem.
Celia came downstairs a few minutes later dressed
in her usual adventuring garb, her hair still wet. Her
hauberk of elven chain was draped over one shoulder,
her saddlebags over the other. She had her quivers and a
full pack on her back. With a deep breath, she declared
that she was ready to go. Ricky followed her downstairs
and put leashes on the wolves.
Ricky, Argent said, you can come with me.
Well drop you and the wolves off at my home while
we fetch the horses. He turned to Celia. If you want
to do your shopping, we can ride back down and meet
you at the marketplace.
Celia nodded. That sounds fine to me.
The threesome stepped outside and Celia locked
her door. She handed the key to Ricky. Ricky, if you
could do me a favor, give this key to Jude and tell him
he can stay here while Im gone if hell watch the house
for us. All right?
The boy pocketed the key with a shrug. Yeah,
okay.
Celia stepped forward and gave Ricky a warm hug.
Argent idly noted that the boy stood only a few inches
shorter than his guardian these days. Well be all right,
I promise, Celia said. And well come home as soon
as we can. After a moments hesitation, Ricky returned
the hug, and they held each other tightly for a time.
Soon enough, Celia released the boy, playfully
mussing his hair. You going to be all right?
Yeah, Ill be all right, Ricky replied. Judes not
too bad, he added with a smirk. Argent put a hand on
his shoulder, gently turning him north. Celia handed her
hauberk and saddlebags to Kevin, asking him to put
them on her horse for her.
Argent took a long look at Drixil. Seeing this,
Kevin tensed for a moment, but then realized that Argent was just sizing up Drixils legs. The dwarf apparently didnt notice or care about the attention, so Kevin
soon relaxed.
Argent turned back to Celia. We should be back in
less than an hour, he said.
As Celia slipped into a narrow alley, taking a
shortcut west to the marketplace, the others walked up
Cliffedge Lane, heading for the TBashere manor north
of town. En route, Kevin handed off some of Celias
cumbersome gear, spreading out the load.
Kevin, Drixil, Argent and Ricky eventually arrived
at Argents home, slowed by Drixils chugging legs and
Ruperts limping gait. Argents mother came outside to
greet their arrival and take in Ricky and his pets. She
greeted the boy warmly, telling him they could go back

for his things when they picked up the elder Mr.

TBashere later.
Kevin lingered by the manor as Argent and Drixil
headed to the barn to collect the horses. He pulled
Ricky aside while the others were gone. So, he said,
you think Judes all right?
Ricky stared at his shoes. Yeah. He looked up. I
dont think youre safe with Drixil. And Julian thinks
youre all turning he paused, his gaze dropping
again well, evil. But Ive been around the whole
time, so I know more than him. And I know you arent
evil, just you know, what you become. I know those
things arent you. Ricky met Kevins gaze once more.
Jude understands that, though. He doesnt believe all
of Julians crazy talk. So hes all right.
Kevin nodded, smiling. Yeah, I think youll be
fine. And Julian might be a smart man, but he doesn't
know everything. Don't you worry about Drixil. I've
handled him in the past and I can do it again. He might
be mean and a little crazy, but he can stop the bad guys
when we nee him to. He'll listen to me trust me. He
won't harm Celia. You have my word on that. Now, I
was wondering if you could do me and the others a favor?
What?
Every night, before you go to bed, take that pendant I gave you and just say a small prayer for us... for
Celia especially. I know you havent had much use for
religion any my god, but its like somebody would be
looking after us. You can help Ricky, maybe not directly by going with us, but you can help us. And this is
one way that you can do it. And don't worry, well be
back before you know it.
Kevin took a long look at the young man, whom
hed known since the night he was first pulled into this
twisted realm. Kevin remembered him as boy, just an
urchin and war orphan stealing food back in Dur
Rhiannon, and then thought of how Celia had come to
consider the boy her own. Kevin tousled Rickys hair,
then parted with him to catch up with Argent and
Drixil.
That kid deserves better, Kevin thought to himself.
We have to get Celia cured.

When the others rejoined Celia by the marketplace,
she was bogged down with all manner of knickknacks:
colorful rolls of cloth, various pouches of herbs, and
even some metal cookware hanging from her pack. As
the others helped her load the baggage onto her horse,
Celia explained that these goods were rare luxuries in
her homeland. Celia pulled on her too-large hauberk,
securing it further by buttoning up a snug waistcoat
over it. Now united, the group rode south.
Though a familiar sight, the south road was seldom
used, barely more than a pair of wagon ruts that slowly

curved to the southeast as they passed through forests,

dales, and heath, occasionally passing the mossy ruins
of a old manor here and there. The forests were still
aflame with autumn colors, though many trees had lost
their leaves.
Kevin and Drixil remained introspective through
the first day, keeping to themselves and saying little,
although at points Kevin could be heard either quietly
praying or reciting verse. Kevin and Drixil occasionally
rode together. They could be overheard discussing
combat tactics in various scenarios.
At one point during their conversation, Drixil motioned and Kevin leaned down, listening to the dwarfs
whispers.
Keeping his voice low, Drixil asked about the riders following them. What would happen if it came
down to makin a decision?
Kevin replied with a confused look.
You know, boyo, the dwarf explained. If the
bitch got free or some such and I put her down. You
know Argent. Or if some other decision got made. If
sides got taken.
Kevin looked hard at Drixil and then twisted in his
saddle to peer at Argent and Celia. He returned his gaze
to Drixil and shrugged his shoulders, carefully hiding
any expression from his face. He pulled his horses
reins and walked a ways off, separating himself from
the group for the rest of the days ride.
The sun sank into the sea after less than seven
hours of travel had passed. The chill of night quickly
settled over the countryside as banks of fog crept forth
from the moors. The ribbon-thin sliver of a moon in the
sky above did little to dispel the darkness, so Drixils
night vision proved invaluable in keeping to the trail.
The sun had been down for four hours when Waterford finally came into view a meager handful of
cottages clustered near the banks of the Arden River
where it met with a tributary. Other than a few barns,
the largest building in the thorp was the Arden Rose
Inn, a cozy bed & breakfast and waypoint for the few
travelers who took the southern route. The inn sign bore
a red rose floating in dark waters. Fortunately, though
most of the village was dark, warm light could still be
seen within the rustic inn.
By the time they arrived, Drixil and Celia were exhausted, having gone virtually without sleep for two
days. As the riders dismounted, Kevin suggested that he
and Drixil get the horses and gear squared away in the
stable while Argent and Celia make arrangements.
Argent rang a bell hanging by the door, and a
drowsy-looking innkeeper soon admitted him and
Celia. The inn was small, with only six rooms for patrons, and the innkeeper explained that another group of
guests Dementlieuse, he thought had taken half
the rooms.

Kevin and Drixil walked in as the innkeeper finished explaining the situation. Argent quickly repeated
it for their benefit.
Drixil stole a glance at Kevin. Well take a room,
he said, smirking. He pointed underhand to Argent and
Celia. You two lovebirds can take another.
Argent offered an embarrassed smile and told the
innkeeper that arrangement would be fine. Kevin
stepped forward, asking if there was any food to be had.
The innkeeper nodded to the group, telling them he still
had some stew simmering on the fire. The group ate a
quick dinner and retired to their rooms.
Each room had a pair of bunks. Over the course of
the night, Argent was occasionally awakened by the
sound of Celia tossing and turning in her dreamwracked sleep.
With the lengthening nights, everyone still enjoyed
a full nights sleep, despite their late arrival.

October 9, 737.

he party woke up soon after sunrise, feeling refreshed. They soon met in the common room
over a simple breakfast, served by the innkeeper
and his wife. Their young daughter played in the corner.
The other guests were also present, a group of three
youngish looking, well-dressed men. As the innkeeper
had guessed, their accents sounded Dementlieuse.
Kevin peered over in their direction, looking to see if he
recognized any faces. None of the faces were familiar,
but Kevin did draw the attention of one of the strangers.
The traveler turned toward the groups table. So,
he asked, his voice amiable, are you fellows going to
Carnival?
Kevin, Argent, Celia and Drixil looked at each
other and shrugged.
The traveler continued. You know, the arvest
festival? In Karina?
Oh, Argent said, right, the harvest festival. I
was in Karina last year; missed it by a few weeks.
Yes, exactly, the traveler replied, his face brightening. And now it is only a week away once more.
He narrowed his eyes slightly. You are Mordentish,
yes?
Argent glanced for a moment at his companions.
Ah, yes, I am.
So, you did not say; are you going to the festival?
Im afraid not. Were heading east.
As are we, the traveler replied, beaming. We
will be taking a boat from Mortigny. He turned back to
his two companions, and they murmured among themselves for a few minutes. Eventually the traveler addressed Argent again. If you wish, he said, we would
be most appy to ave you and your friends ride with us

today. It is more than a days ride to Ste. Ronges, after

all, and there is safety in numbers, yes?
Argent turned to his companions, his expression
suspicious.
Kevin leaned back in his chair, turning to the travelers, and spoke up. We cant do it. We have business
to attend to in town first. We wont be leaving for a few
hours.
Drixil just grunted. Celia looked to her companions, then turned to the other group. Sorry, she added,
shrugging.
The traveler nodded, looking disappointed, and
turned away. The strangers finished their meal and soon
left, offering a cordial farewell as they went.
As the Dementlieuse gentlemen left, Celia cleared
her throat to draw Argent and Kevins attention. If we
dont want to travel with those folk, I suppose we have
some time to kill. And if thats the case, why dont you
two have baths drawn youre both still quite
earthy.
The men agreed to the plan and ordered baths. After a short time, the innkeepers wife led Kevin and
Argent to a room at the end of the hall, pushing open
the door to reveal two small wooden tubs filled with
steaming water. She pointed to a nearby hearth. If the
water gets too cold, you can heat up more with the kettle just there. She closed the door behind her as she
went and the men undressed.
As Kevin turned to get into the tub, he caught his
reflection in the water. Jagged white scars ran down his
back, side, and across his torso. He lightly touched
them, remembering the crushing jaws of the Moor
Hound. His hand stopped over his chest where a puckered scar sat over his heart. He flinched and closed his
eyes for a moment. Shaking his head, he clambered into
the steaming water and sighed audibly. He rubbed a
hand over his stubbly scalp hed want to shave that
again soon and spends a few minutes working the
kinks out of his sikha the long, sole lock of hair he
allows to grow and thoroughly washing it.
After methodically scrubbing himself clean, Kevin
allowed himself to relax, sitting back in the tub. After a
moment he glanced over in Argents direction.
Do you think well do it this time?
Argent sat quietly for a moment, seemingly content
to let the waters warmth continue to soak into his body.
When he spoke, he did so with quiet conviction.
We have to, Kevin. I will not let Celia, or you,
continue to live this half-life. I fear we may have
waited too long, however. Yuri has left us nothing but a
two-year-old trail.
True, Kevin replied, nodding. Were controlling
it now, but the longer this goes on, the closer we come
to losing this Pedorov for good. One way or another,
we have to finish it this time. We either succeed or fail.
And if we fail Kevin let the thought hang in the air.

Failure is not an option, answered Argent. But I

think it is going to be a longer and more difficult road
than any of us can imagine. After a pregnant pause, he
continued, turning to look Kevin in the eye.
Im also doing this so my parents wont have to
know the monster their son has become. Over the past
year or two, you guys have become my family. I long
to reclaim that feeling of belonging with my folks but,
no matter how hard I tried yesterday, I just couldnt feel
comfortable in their home, knowing what I am. I dont
see how I can stay when Im a danger to all those I
love. So you see, he concluded, leaning back in his tub
and closing his eyes, like I say, failure is not an option.
An hour later, with Argent and Kevin finally free of
their coat of sweat and dirt, the group paid their tab,
mounted up, and took the ferry across the Arden River.
From there, they rode east, heading across the countryside for Richemulot.

Kevin kept his horse near Drixil's mule during the
days ride,. The open air seemed to have enlivened
them, and they spent most of their time exchanging war
stories from their outlander homeland.
You know Drixil, Kevin began, this kind of reminds me of home. He laughed at Drixil's expression.
What we're doing. Its like going off to war again. Ill
never forget that day, thousands of us, War Priests at the
fore, all in dull black armor. Like a black wave ready to
take out the sun. I was but a boy then
You still are, boyo, Drixil chimed in.
Kevin looked sideways at Drixil, Aye, Im still
young. Do you realize I was only thirteen? A year older
than Ricky when we found him. And rushing off to war
to kill ratlings. Two years of campaigning for
naught. We were to liberate an ancient dwarven stronghold, Hammer helm?
Hammerheim.
You would probably know. We were ambushed
a trap had been set. They knew. Those ratling bastards
knew. Army gone. Church unity gone. I thought
Id never see the sun again. Kept in a cage, tied to
stakes, working for the rats in their camps. The hardest
part, Kevin looked over at Drixil the hardest
part was watching them bring new captives into their
warrens after taking a village or a town. Seeing them
tear families apart. Killing women and children. And
not being able to do a damn thing about it. Kevin
thought for a minute. Did I tell you I hate rats? he
said with a soft laugh.
After a few moments, he piped up again. Hey, you
were in the Silver Daggers, right?
Drixil sat tall in his saddle, a look of pride battling
to emerge from his hideously scarred face. He looked to
Kevin. Aye, that I was.

After Borocs fall, Kevin continued, after I was

freed, when I came back to Dur Rhiannon for the celebrations, the Silver Daggers were known for stopping
Borocs reinforcements at Krellins Pass up in the Demons Teeth. You know, if the reinforcements had gotten through, the Princes forces would have been
crushed. But all the Daggers supposedly died, fighting
to the last man, Kevin looked at Drixil and smiled.
Apparently not.
Drixil looked Kevin in the eye. I am the last of the
Silver Daggers. We held that pass against that damn
army all day and all night long. It was vicious fighting,
hand to hand, no quarter asked and no quarter given.
We were outnumbered but we had the high ground. We
fought usin the terrain, poppin up and down, movin
around, keepin 'em guessin where we were. He
paused for a second, his eyes gleaming. Good ol Lexi
Thundrall was a crafty bastard. He knew that we could
win only if we didnt allow em a stand-up fight. After
fightin all night we were the only ones left. Lexi, me
and about twelve others, if I recall rightly, Drixil said,
still holding his stare.
A mist had risen in the night and we found ourselves alone with no one left to fight. We gathered up
the men and Lexi led us out of that place. Little did we
know, boyo, that we had arrived in this godforsaken
land. Drixil grew quiet for a bit, then picked up again,
anger creeping into his voice.
This friggin place killed all my friends, one at a
time they died slowly one even claimed he didnt
know who we were. He still lives in Darkon. The worst
part, Kevin, was Lexi a strong man he broke.
Dont think Ive ever said that name to you before. This
friggin place broke him and turned him into a ravin
lunatic. He fought in more battles then you and I combined, Kevin. He even offered the services of the Silver
Daggers free. No coin was to be asked for our services
during this war. But this stinkin place broke him
Kevin and that's why I'm never gonna quit I
promise you that this place won't break me and I
won't fail you. Were gonna get out of here he
grinned at Kevin even if I have to carry your sorry
arse. Drixil broke out into barking laughter.
Kevin and Drixil gradually turned their conversation from these grand epics to minutia, such as tactics
and methods they had used during Borocs War. As the
shadows lengthened, Kevin and Drixil were trading
advice on how to care for weapons and armor.

After a quiet day of travel, the group stopped in a
clearing in the woods and made camp.
After a basic meal, the group relaxed around the
campfire, huddling close as nights chill crept in. Celia
sat cross-legged directly behind Kevin and, fulfilling

her earlier offer, started to braid his sikha. Since his

infection, this had become a monthly task.
As she worked, Celia glanced up at the narrow
crescent moon, high in the eastern sky, and raised a
concern.
I know we have a whole month before the next
new moon, she began, but by the time it comes Argent should have his own set of manacles. She looked
to Argent, her eyes sad. Fortunately, I know you cant
break my pair or Kevins, but you should still have your
own, just in case of emergencies. Since you lot decided
we couldnt go back for my journal, she said, a note of
irritation passing through her voice, we only have
twelve moonflowers left.27 Worst comes to worst, thats
enough to get one of us through four months or all of us
through the dark of the moon once if they work. And
I think the choker is spent for now is that right?
Kevin nodded and Celia continued. Yes, and Id
rather not think about filling it back up just yet. At any
rate, we need a failsafe way to keep you under control,
Argent. When we reach Ste. Ronges tomorrow, I think
one of us should break north and take the road to Falkovnia while the rest keep to the southern route.
The suggestion suddenly piqued the others attention. Im not sure I like the idea of splitting the group,
Argent said.
Celia dropped Kevins braid for the moment and
leaned forward to address her companions, looking over
Kevins shoulder and draping an arm around his collarbone. Kevin could feel the warmth of her body through
his skin. He breathed in through his nose, silently and
deeply, trying to smell the musky scent of her hair. He
reached up, softly touching her hand, and felt the familiar tingle of excitement.
I know, Celia said, and Im as fond of the idea
of any of us going to Falkovnia as Im sure Drixil must
be. Drixil grunted. But we know we can buy sturdy
shackles there quickly and without anyone batting an
eye.
The others pondered this in silence for a moment.
Well, Argent said, if we did split up, where would
we meet up again?
What about Sturben? Celia asked. Whoever
goes north will be taking the road, and whoever goes
south will be following the river. Sturbens where the
road and river meet.
I suppose that could work but where in Sturben? Weve never spent much time there. I dont know
my way around.
27

Celia kept her collection of pressed moonflowers in her

journal. The party recently lost their journals in Castle
Tristenoira, and with them all the moonflowers theyd
collected. Although recovering the books would have been
possible, the majority of party members voted not to make the
attempt.

I dont really know any landmarks either. Celia

pondered this for a moment, humming. Well, make it
simple. We can meet at the docks for the riverboats.
Whoever gets there first waits for the rest, and then we
all continue on to Barovia together. She scanned the
faces of her companions. Well? What do you all
think?
If we miss you at the docks, Kevin suggested,
we should have an inn to meet at. He struggled for a
name and glanced back at Celia. What was the name
of the inn we stayed at last year?
When?
Coming back from Sithicus.
Celia shrugged. I don't remember. Kevin
frowned. It was a year ago and I was sick, she stated,
her voice slightly heated. I don't remember.
Kevin turned back to Argent. Well, it was near the
docks. I remember it had a sign over the door with purple mushrooms on it. After dark, thats where we should
meet.
Well, I must admit its important, Argent said,
considering.
Kevin nodded. Another set of manacles is definitely needed.
We should probably get two sets, just in case,
Celia added. Goodness knows I went through enough
before the ones I bought last winter.
Drixil merely shrugged off the others gazes.
Doesnt much matter tme. I just know I aint goin.
Argent sat up straight. Well, if theyre to be my
shackles, then I should be the one to buy them. Ill go to
Falkovnia. He turned to Celia and Kevin, his eyes
pausing for a moment on her arms, wrapped around the
other mans shoulders. Celia, Id be honored if you
would accompany me.
Kevin met Argents gaze. He lightly trailed his fingers down Celias arm and then gave her a hand a reassuring squeeze. The beginning of a smile touched the
corner of his mouth, but then he turned to Celia.
Kevin replied before Celia could. Celia should go
with you, Argent. Drixil obviously cant go, and the last
few times I was there, I had problems with the locals.
You two will be fine. Well continue on the southern
route and meet you in Borca.
Celia smiled at Argent. I guess its decided. She
gave Kevins shoulder a light pat and sat back. With the
matter settled, Celia finished braiding Kevins sikha and
the group called it a night, setting up watches. Although
nothing disturbed the camp, Celia tossed in her sleep
through most of the night.

October 10, 737.

he group rose at dawn and broke camp. As they
gathered up their gear, Kevin sidled up next to
Celia at a private moment.

You were tossing in your sleep last night, he

said, keeping his voice low. Are the wolf dreams getting worse?
Celia furtively glanced over at Argent and Drixil,
who were packing their mounts, then flicked her eyes
back to Kevin. I wouldnt call them worse; they dont
really bother me. But I have them more often now,
about half the month. Started in August. I suppose you
will too, eventually.
Kevin gave her a sympathetic smile and touched
her cheek. Hopefully not much longer.
Celia offered him a tight smile. Sorry I snapped at
you last night.

After a few hours of riding east, the group passed
the southern shore of a huge lake, a welcome landmark
from their prior travels. Late in the day, as the sun was
slipping down to touch the horizon, the riders finally
broke free from Richemulots lush, sun-dappled forests
and reached the city of Ste. Ronges.
Richemuloise cities all shared certain traits. They
clustered around the mighty Musarde River, crossing it
with bridges and barges and incorporating its flowing
waters with canals and sewers. The narrow streets were
lined with beautiful facades, although many buildings
were in states of neglect. The high rooftops were covered with thin, square wooden shingles and dotted with
narrow, soaring spires.
Lastly, all Richemuloise cities seemed to have been
built for populations much larger than those they now
housed. Although central routes through the city were
usually bustling, large sections of the city often seemed
to be totally desolate, occupied solely by the everprevalent rats. Even with its strangely depleted streets,
the small city of Ste. Ronges looked to have a population nearly three times the size of Argents native Mordentshire.
The Richemuloise, such as Julian Renaults uncle
in Pont-a-Museau to the north, were a wiry people,
short but athletic. Their hair was sleek and straight,
with colors running from honey blond to dark brown.
Black hair, like Argent and Kevins, seemed to be rare.
Both men and women tended to wear their hair long,
with most men keeping theirs in a ponytail or braid and
growing thin, well-groomed moustaches. Drixils
shaggy beard seemed to attract nearly as many aghast
glances as the dwarf himself.
The group checked into a comfortable inn, the
Waxen Wheel, booking two rooms as they had done
earlier. They discussed their plans one more time over
dinner.
I dont think our route will take more than a few
days, Celia suggested. When you two reach Mortigny, she said to Kevin and Drixil, perhaps you could
book passage on a riverboat up the Luna. I suppose it

will be the difference between a night in a bunk or two

nights on the ground.
Drixil seemed open to the suggestion. Well consider it, Kevin replied, but he remained noncommittal.